[ Featuring KidKrazee ]
I don't think they know they f*cking with the best in the biz
Krazee niggas getting hunted by a couple of kids
A gotta gun that hold a hunnid clip is long as a script
For motion pictures named logistics got it right on my hip
These niggas thinking that I'm kidding til I pop at the crib
And I'll I rob ya own mama if it's paying the rent
I know god gon ask if I regret what I did
Lord you taught me how to get it with the way that lived
Only 12 years old we got evict from the crib
Got the car in straight cash I used to sleep in the whip
Many nights I laid in silence wit these thoughts in my head
I gotta get it even if I'm risking ended up dead
I don't think you'll understand unless you walk in my shoes
I wouldn't call it take it chances I got nothing to lose
This Dope dealing cold killings nun new to the kid
This Type of living change religions Buddha used to the shit
We got the youngest niggas doing it I never been new to it
Baby food was ramen noodles since a youth I been doing this
Momma rocking me to sleep wit feens knocking n shooting shit
I ain't had too many options pops gone ma abusing shit
My conditions made decisions curses deep in my soul
My momma sick of County visits shit it's been all I know
I been different from these niggas since I came out the hole
They ain't been spitting what they living i just live what I wrote
Pleading 5ths the only time I never speak what I know
I know it's either dead or prison if reap what I sow
I been whipping in that kitchen since us flipping up phones
You never mixed a quarter brick n flipped it up to an O
You never risked a trip to prison just to pay for some clothes
You never heard "you have one minute left" wit ya cuz on the phone
Most who been in my position never reaching they goals
I guess Same situation yields different results
I remember them trenches get heat from the stove
Man these new niggas switching and flipping the code
It's been f*ck all these niggas and bitches I know
I been chasing this chicken ain't tripping on hoes
N I'm still the same nigga 6 1 to the O
Guess The only thing different bout me is the flow
Ain't been home in a minute I'm still on the road
N I'm still gon get it cuz that's all I know
If you don't get money don't think I'll rap wit ya
Krazee niggas from the streets ain't just some rap niggas
Barely stuffed the fanny pack you ain't no bag getter
Couple kids wit duffle bags them racks been stacked in em
Nigga think they f*cking with me truth be told they really not
Way I wrap that brick up with both hands look like I Milly rock
One drip from the faucet, it's already locked
One loaded in the head it's already cocked
Sold that Nigga mid and told him it was za
She ain't even been here five minutes and she took it off
I can tell that Shorty a beginner she can't take it all
Told her we can f*ck no strings attached I cut my feelings off
Heard he tried to run off in that trap they cut his fingers off
Best in the biz I got keys like a locksmith
Buttons on the back of every stick, I let that Glock hit
Feins coming back for more every time that drop hit
You ain't ever trapped outside of section 8 apartments
You could never step inside the shoes that I walk in
I see dead people skeletons in my closet
Nigga, I can't hear you once that bag get to talking
