[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, ayy
Ah, ah (What time it is?)
Southside villain, (It's 2:40 right now) ah
(Keep all this in there, too) Ayy, spot on
Yeah (Yeah), ayy (Uh)
Yeah, ayy (Yeah)
Uh, ayy
Yeah, uh, okay
[Chorus]
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up (Ayy)
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
[Verse]
Ironic how the niggas with dreams don't get a lot of sleep
I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief
Still in the hood, matter of fact, I live on the hottest street
Where guys arе beefin', straight bullets will hit your partner cheek
This shit get wickеd, whenever I step outside, I cop a piece
Before I go out like a bitch, I let my Glock release
Leave opps deceased, I'm duckin' the rain shower
The bang sound will blow your eardrum, but the pain louder
I can't cower
It's smoke in the air and the strain sour
Keep Palo Santo in my bedroom
I light it and I manifest that I don't end up dead soon
Paranoid, I can't help it, been this way since a youngin'
Nigga play get to gunnin', get to gunnin', bitch, its nothin'
I can't go out like a lame, on the gang, I'ma bang
I'm Sincere like Nas from Belly until the clip clear, huh
'Cause it ain't problems I'm chasin', but I put my life over yours
I swear you not finna take it, on God
[Chorus]
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
[Verse 2]
Ridin' with heaters and rebels, dodgin' the demons and devils
I got my feet to the pedal, just tryna get through the underworld
I smell blood in the air, tension as thick as a southern girl
These young niggas with switches send your clique to the other world
These vests just ain't gon' cut it these days
The Glock commence the hood olympics
Bust it in the air and start a fuckin' relay
Outside, on my side, it look like fuckin' D-Day
So many high speeds, this shit sound like a fuckin' speed way
Niggas merciless, just murder shit, no peacin' up or truce
If we work through shit and learn from shit, they see it as excuse
Like niggas pussy
Got you standin' on some shit that don't mean much
Now niggas got smoke, they take your clique and roll a mean blunt
And I ain't tryna be on the wrong side of the session
A long rifle protected from powers that's tryna cut off the strong light I was blessed with
No disrespect is tolerated, turn niggas to trauma patients
Just tryna say that—
[Chorus]
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be mindin' my business, my nigga
[Part II]
[Verse]
Ayy, nigga playin' crazy 'til you pull up to his crib
He was tryna fight, then caught a bullet to his rib
I can't tell a lie, no, I can't never tell a fib
We die the way we die because we live the way we live
Magazine full of .556s, these niggas huntin'
Catch that boy in the driveway, kill him like it was nothin'
High speeds on the highway, tell lil' shawty to flush it
Give a fuck if I die today, niggas knew I would bust it
Young nigga, been reckless as hell since sixth grade
All he knew was the law of the land, get paid and shoot if a jit played
These niggas is bitch-made
Did his dirt by his lonely 'cause niggas had snitch ways
Keep the heat like the summer, be stone-cold like the winter
Don't fall for the set up, shawty, that shit for the beginners
We spend our whole life just get the illegal tender
Keep the fire on our hip, so he remember, nigga
I ain't goin' out bad
[Outro]
Uh, ayy
Niggas really got me fucked up
Yeah