Aye aye aye
We just talk pain, pain music
That's all I make is the pain music, thats all I been thru
When I get the bag I'm a talk about the bag
The real bag
Until then
I put money on it, I ain't shook
Aye
I bet money won't nobody put none on my books
I shot a Nigga and that's all it took to get me hook
I know you niggas hate me just by how you look
Boy pick yo head up
Take two steps forward to get yo bread up
No matter how hard it get, never get fed up
And you ain't never show love so now you dead to us
Now you dead to us
Uncle Mac why it's blood on yo pants
Damn I did it again, now I got blood on my hands
Damn I'm drippy again
Damn I'm litty again
Might f*ck up the city again
I'm a shoot till it burn it in my hand, ima shoot this bitch empty again
Prometh inside me
Boy I got bodies
God you can hear me, I know the devil be watching
An I know you wanna snake me for that small fee
You say I'm paranoid, killers say good D
I won't be the next picture on that white tee
I been smoking deuce I'm guilty
Been drinking dirty filthy
My gun go kuku crazy
Dopeboy, look like 1980
This how the street shit made me
Only the lord can save me
Hope you remember me
Aye
Been drinking dirty filthy
Aye aye
Smoking deuce I'm guilty
No matter how hard it get never get fed up
You taking two steps forward to get yo bread up
Aye aye aye aye nah nah nah
I put money on it, I ain't shook
Aye
I bet money won't nobody put none on my books
I shot a Nigga and that's all it took to get me hook
I know you niggas hate me just by how you look
Boy pick yo head up
Take two steps forward to get yo bread up
No matter how hard it get, never get fed up
And you ain't never show love so now you dead to us
Now you dead to us