4am

Uhhh uhhh uhhh Uhhh uhhh Huh Huh Huh Huh Uhhhh Oh uhh I swear the streets don't take no prisoners we fighting to survive That shit be funny just to live a nigga go and risk his life That nigga slimy he got shot and everybody wonder why That nigga slimy he got popped now everybody want to cry Trapping in the rain with no umbrella Outside with my dog like I'm Cruella Ain't none my nigga's sigmas but we steppers I had to cut some people off don't need the extras They say the trap move by itself just like a tesla I keep the pistol on my waste I'm not a wrestler I think the pistol like masseuse I point and stretch him Ain't no talking out in traffic ima catch him Money fiend had some pints of pure codeine Got some birdies through the mail the pack gone flap it's wings Got a bitch stand on command for me do anything Got a shooter when I say so he gone point and squeeze Ohhh Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh Uhh uhh huh Oh uhh uhh Uhh uhh On that block I'm balling Tell little bro to follow him He a opp we stalking him Or else we not gone bother him Yea Hoop dreams my shooter gone make the league Like he bought two pairs or Jordan's he had 223's Like the pack was made of glass we broke it down with ease You ever waited on a pack got notified it seized You ever waited on it Debated on it Prayed on it Just for you to realized that somebody was creeping You don't want to live my life man I be battling demons You don't want to live that life where you can't sleep till you get even Intoxicated driving I don't even know why I'm still speeding I be seeing signs trying to find out whats the meaning I done seen so much I'm trying to find out was I dreaming Drop down to my knees I'm trying to find out why they scheming on me Uhh uhhh uhh Uhh uhhh uhhh uhh