I ain't sip, drank in a minute
But I'm bacc on it
Every time you niggas get on beats
You niggas cap on it
40 bangin' in yo eardrum like hot tracks on it
Streets chose me to speak
Cause Weezy drop the facts on it
How the fucc you niggas expect me to feel
Niggas ain't dying of old age
My niggas die in the field
Pourin' liquor for the homies that's killed
Keep a strap on me close
Cause niggas act like Bishop for real
The city craccin', niggas droppin' here
I'm well-connected with your block
Niggas say you can't pop it here
Dead homies better hope it's not a opp in here
Head tap
That boy ain't see it, he couldn't stop or steer
How the fucc you try to blame us for the shit that we get into
Traumatized by homies dyin
You wonder why we mental
You ever lost a nigga so close, shit'll rip you
Cause y'all was just bacc in grade school trading pencils
Gangbang signs on the wall like a stencil
Wish I could take it bacc when it was all simple
But instead I'm ridin' round with 50 on me
And I'm trippin
Pray to God I shoot on point
If they ever catch me slippin
I ain't sip drink in a minute, but I'm back on it
Every time you niggas get on beats, you niggas cap on it
40 bangin' in yo eardrum like hot tracks on it
Streets chose me to speak cause Weezy dropped the facts on it
How the fucc you niggas expect me to feel
Niggas ain't dyin' of old age
My niggas die in the field
Pourin' liquor for the homies that's killed
Keep a strap on me close
Cause niggas act like Bishop for real
Hold on, move boy, you in the way
Playin' around, almost shot yo scary ass
Hop out yanking, fucc task, get up on they ass
If I smoke all the opps, will that bring bro bacc
Flee the scene, unscrew the dinner plates
Big 40, fill a nigga up with hollow tips
Gold on me, yellow like some lemonade
Bad and bougie bitch,
Her Mercedes Benz will help me get away
Barely ducked the helicopter
Had to double-dutch
Gunpowder residue look like angel dust
What's after this is not a better place
Askin' God why you let the devil take from us
Oohwee The Scene I had to tape it up
Like what the streets done did to us
That's why its Remy in my cup, nigga
That's why it's Remy in my cup
Ayy, I ain't sip, drank in a minute
But I'm bacc on it
Every time you niggas get on beats
You niggas cap on it
40 bangin' in yo eardrum like hot tracks on it
Streets chose me to speak
Cause Weezy drop the facts on it
How the f*ck you niggas expect me to feel
Niggas ain't dying of old age
My niggas die in the field
Pourin' liquor for the homies that's killed
Keep a strap on me close
Cause niggas act like Bishop for real