Tryna sleep but I keep overthinkin'

Cups and blunts, the weed or I'm drinkin'

Fuck whoever don't think I'ma make it

Probably fry a pig just to bring home the bacon

I wrote this before the sun came up

Just to let Momma know that her son came up

More wordplay and less of that gunplay stuff

A lot of niggas real, yeah some ain't tough

You know guys phony

But these niggas talk a good game like they socialize with Sony

Homie, action's louder than words: don't say it, show me

(Action's louder than words: don't say it…)

It's all here and now's no time to waste, I'm in a hurry

Tired of all these niggas actin' fake like they worried

"Free my nigga this," don't send a commissary

"Rest in peace my nigga that," and then when he get buried

You ain't send a dollar to the bastard

Throw flowers on the casket

Have any audacity to cry like it was tragic

If you starin' and I see a mic I gotta grab it

Gotta get heard with the words like a caption

Touch the fam and it's time to war

'Cause my brothers who I'm dyin' for

I got his back more than his spinal cord

Nigga I'll get 'em X'd, think! (extinct)

All you find left is the bones like a dinosaur

The right help him find the floor for tryna find my flaws

We don't play for the ground, we swing and he slidin' off

I'm from a hood where we had to spark

4 stick 'em, the 5th cross like a tally mark

Gave a nigga the beats because I had the heart

Bled and sweat, he dropped a tear, that's the saddest part

God—why you gotta take niggas from me?

God—why you hate the way we makin' this money?

God—why is all these days gettin' ugly?

If everybody equal—why do jakes get to touch me?

push me? search my body? handcuff me?

arrest me?! put me on TV and judge me?!

Havin' mad cools shit'll get niggas robbed

Havin' tatoos won't get you a job

I can't look street on a interview, nah?

Gangstas wearin' suits too nigga—remember the mob?

They get mad when they catch you sellin' a dime

I need answers, this is why I'm questionin' God

And I'm sorry if questionin' your Word is a sin

Sinnin' get you to Hell, that's what I learned from a friend

But the hood's the same hell you burnin' us in

So if a nigga act up I'ma turn up again

Left, right, hook, jab—burn him again!

Hit him once, hit him twice, give a third to his friend!

Ahh, all niggas seein' is grip squeezin'

Right now I ain't livin', I'm just breathin'

Tryna make a livin' but these niggas steady fiendin'

Tryna take a nigga out before he 17 and

Look at my pops and say I will never be him

But I got his heart, he was a real OG and

You see a little me in his beef, you go leave him

Brim nigga that clip niggas for no reason

He don't care, 'cause he know his death is gonna come

My nigga, the nigga put his set before his son

Instead of givin' me advice he tried gettin' me a gun

I swear this nigga's as reckless as it comes

That's cray, mothafucka!

When he was out raisin' them guns, me and the lil bro raised one another

When he ain't have it, I had it, we gave one another

I'd deadass lay up in the grave for my brother!

The same for my sisters! The same for my mother!

You bang, I bang, we don't bang with each other!

Real talk, I know you're one of the hardest niggas

But really, I don't respect you as a father figure

'Cause yesterday done, today almost over

And I bet you I won't even see you tomorrow nigga

But off that, 'cause carin' about it I've been off that

Ain't no other way, it's trappin', I get it off that

If you get ahead of yourself my niggas off that

For more stacks put small sacks under the ballsacks

Watch your words over phones, niggas record that

Get a beat, write a few verses, then record that

I knew niggas that robbed 'cause they wanted more scrap

Shit you got ain't all that, but they want all that

And this world ain't a paradise

Just some money on the floor and a pair of dice

Tryna make a few dollars for your fam tonight

Electricity off, you're usin' candlelights

That's why you gamble right?

I can't dribble the World but I can handle Life

All day them niggas dumpin' with the gats

I don't regret shit 'cause I can't fuckin' bring it back

Power moves, we gotta get this money, that's a fact

Bounce back, it was lookin' ugly in the trap

Ahh, the money what I'm gonna get

Half of these pussy niggas be on some sucka shit

And they the reason why I ain't trustin' shit

You gon' stab me in the back you might as well cut the wrist

And that's real shit…