[Intro]

(Ryan, what took you so long?)

Uh, uh

I smoke Gunna, I smoke Gunna, I smoke Gunna, I smoke Gunna (Ki, you cooked this?)

And I mix it with the—

With the Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe (Thank you, Timmy boy)

[Verse]

Uh, I got pain inside, don't know how to let it out, uh

Man, life is good, but sometimes I stress ’cause I got homies that's never gettin' out

And I’m a gangster, but sometimes I sit and think how I'd be if I took a different route

And now I'm stuck inside the streets and I hate it 'cause I'm never gettin' out

I know a nigga that all his life he was fucked up, he don't know what Christmas 'bout

Now he a killer, his occupations is gettin’ drops and takin’ niggas out

When he was fourteen, he dropped from out of school, then his mom had kicked him out

And he went to the old niggas that was out there on the block so he could get acknowledged

They gave him a pistol and a johnny, told him to slide, see if he really 'bout it

His first time slidin’, he wet a opp and had the killers scoutin'

And he ain't got no fuckin' picks, money get low, he run in niggas’ houses

He got a best friend that leave niggas John Doe, named stupid and retarded

Uh, he got the war started, then his homie died

One of his other homies told, it's fuckin' with his pride

Now he in this shit 'cause he was in the middle and had to pick a side

Them back to back times was goin' to jail, now he just wish he died

Uh, and now he keep takin' 30s because the 10s don't even get him high

He watched his closest homie die while they was on a mission, now he just question God

And like B said, I can feel it in the air when a nigga gon' die

And the old killers respect him 'cause when he was missin', he still got up close and tried

At war with hisself and I think it's his pride (It's on his conscious)

But he just smile every time he see another fuckin' nigga die

He really 'bout to go soon, so he doin' shit to get closer with his God

He told his mom don't stress about it 'cause the shit he do, any day he could die

Washin' up with bleach and some nights he don't even sleep

A girl died while the opps was slidin' and he think it was 'cause of me

He hate he stuck inside the streets, thinkin' 'bout what life could've been

And now he's thinkin' about his fee 'cause the jails and the graveyards took his friends