[Intro] Southside on the track, yeah Yeah Call them twins, just told me I was in a different bag, man My mind, my vision clear, on foenem 2020 was my richest year, no bap
[Verse] I can't stay out in my hood, 'cause my life at risk We put niggas up for good, I don't like to diss I been gangsta since forever, I'ma die like this I got tired of toting Berettas and that's why I'm rich Let my soul bleed Guess they love me 'cause I'm fightin' demons I seen bodies dropping every season I watched people that I love leave me Known killers that'll murder niggas for no reason, please believe me Tryin' take it all easy but this shit ain't easy I be tryin' to help 'em eat but all these niggas greazy I ain't with no fucking treaties, we ain't Wop and Jeezy I'm between making peace and watching oppas bleeding Long live B Weezy, long live Breezy Toting pistols like I'm Peewee, I saw Kobe wheezing Say Lil Roc was breathing heavily, shit stressing me We was sliding all weekend, catching niggas sleeping Pulled on buddy, he ain't check out but I bet he decent Nigga blessed I guess, we tried to glue him to the cement Now I'm rocking all this ice, the trenches caught amnesia That's a quick history lesson for whoever need it, uh I be hopping out the whip, I'm still the same nigga But my guns more expensive and my chains bigger Trying to find the quickest way for me to make eight figures Figured I don't gotta save it if it came quicker Niggas bitches, mention my name, they get flamed with it Niggas friendly with this fame, nigga, I ain't with it Post-traumatic so that shit still in my brain Trench baby, so the trenches know my name Never been a lame (Ay) Label me a stain, we gon' dome check ya gang (Bop) Ay, .40's jammed up on us, left them bitches in the rain (Damn) Stackin' hundreds, but like pennies, I won't never change Won everywhere I played like LeBron James I'm too accustomed to pain, I switched up my lane to fuck with this fame I know I talk like a pimp so I bought me some bracelets, I fucked with some rings I got some aim and I'm full of anger, know why I'll fuck up a range Been a lil' minute but still ain't a stranger, pick up that .40 and bang Trenches with killers had sense and we still went insane, I bet they remember my name Beat prison systems, my youngin' ain't see me in chains, I put my lil' nigga in chains Got through adversity, teach him 'bout racism, that ain't my lil' nigga name Know every day I wake that it's a new level, that's how I get through the gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
