[Intro]

I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'

Uh, brrt

[Chorus]

I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'

You can tell I'm a killer when you look in my eyes

I was seventeen, thuggin' when I damn near died

The opps better get low when I bounce out the ride

Grew up too fast, it was gun shells flyin'

My heart broke into pieces when I heard 10 died

All I need is your love, I don't ask for a lot

I don't like all that groupie shit, you can't be mine

You can keep the fame, all I want is the money

And I don't fuck with no Crip, but my pockets blue hundreds

Everywhеre I go, switchy, you know it stay on me

Sixty-round in the choppеr just for you and your homies

Fuck all that other shit, you can be mine

I can tell she in love with me, breakin' her spine

This ain't no love song, I'm gettin' out of line

Let me get back on subject, I'm overly high

[Verse]

I don't know how to feel, but I know how to move

Nigga, don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you

Nigga switched up, bitch, that brother shit through

You act overly tough, I'll stand over you

Gotta man up, you niggas lil' boys

We young niggas with switches, we the one make noise

If I catch him, I kill him, ain't no way he avoid it

Get up close, he can't run, blow six-two like a horn

I get loaded, I'm out my body

You want niggas to die, do it solo, not sloppy

First drill, start squeezin', my gun wasn't poppin'

That's a lesson, go oil it before you start slidin'

Door swing, know the opps be watchin'

Gotta stay on ten before 12 come stop it

This shit in my heart, seen Jerry young body

They mention his name, then some more gon' be droppin'

It's 10:19 p.m., I'm hot in the booth, come check my temp

I'm flyer than a bitch with some all-black Timbs

They give me boost, I'm covertin', I'll dunk on the rim

Niggas how I get in real life, I'm him

I'm freestylin', hot shit steady comin' out my lips

Cock it back, get up close and fuck up lil' bro limbs

Make sure he DOA, if not, that's attempt

Fuck the 5, but it's long live Mizzle

Fuck the opps, I done cropped their nigga out the picture

Bro, I know I'ma blow, so I don't need all you niggas

Broke the shots down, blowin' this binary trigger

You in the car, then your ass dyin' with 'em

My J dance hard, I bounced out on a nigga

Micro six-two, I blow it, it'll fuck up your liver

Once again, fuck the opps, you can die with them niggas

[Chorus]

I'm havin' visions at night of me dyin'

You can tell I'm a killer when you look in my eyes

I was seventeen, thuggin' when I damn near died

The opps better get low when I bounce out the ride

Grew up too fast, it was gun shells flyin'

My heart broke into pieces when I heard 10 died

All I need is your love, I don't ask for a lot

I don't like all that groupie shit, you can't be mine

You can keep the fame, all I want is the money

And I don't fuck with no Crip, but my pockets blue hundreds

Everywhere I go, switchy, you know it stay on me

Sixty-round in the chopper just for you and your homies

Fuck all that other shit, you can be mine

I can tell she in love with me, breakin' her spine

This ain't no love song, I'm gettin' out of line

Let me get back on subject, I'm overly high