(Verse 1: Zai)
I ain't wanna wake up, see my fuckin my momma cry
That's a vicious family cycle, wanna kill off, wanna die
You been talkin’ crazy on me nigga, do you wanna die?
We can get yo posted, 3 niggas finna' pull up, multiply
Put a couple racks up on a nigga
Price don’t matter, when this fienin’ to just shoot shit
They ain't give a fuck about yo’ family
If you keep on talkin’ manly
Then yo story finna' end, with the sound of two clips
Think of that shit, that’s bullshit
That’s why I stay quiet, uh
I ain’t one to riot, uh
But if you talkin’ up onto my niggas
You best believe, I’m fuckin’ bias
Spend too much time on a hoe
Man, sanity is breaking, I been on a fuckin low
I ain’t got no damn patience, bitch, I’m tired of being broke
I’m just wanna get my momma out this side of the hole
Can’t rely on nobody, not god, not a hoe
Not a bitch, who been tryna get in mind
I’m not ovеr it
I’m steady eatin' up on thesе beats
I got a treason, up with this new instrumentals
When they stay movin' the pedal, the gas on the green
When headed over the cheese
Got too mental, under 18
You stay fuckin' wit' SGM, you popped wit the SMG
I done got played way too many times than a muhfucka'
I done did way too many lies than a muhfu- fuh-
It’s alright, I can’t get behind all these muhfucka's
Do time, you gon' fuckin cry like a muhfuh-
(Verse 2: MBRK)
Yeah, you finna cry
Caged by my thoughts bitch I'm trapped in my mind
Opposed to myself see my visage and I slide
Slight of hand in all my moves I ain't try
Tried and true formula to truth a foreigner
You see the lame inside me through my cornea
Corporeal oriented goals
Oriental ornaments ought prevent the cold
My proclivities and that shit couldn't be better for
Volatile standards it's really like methanol
Lemme go ahead and move forward
All these niggas got goals but wouldn't move for it
Then they wonder why they ain't posted up wit a foreign
Shawty pulled through and now she tryna bring like 4 friends
Ion need yo hoe ass
I need like 4 bands
Need cash amount to the point that I couldn't fold that
Black star, most def
Self doubt most def
Real talk, no jest
Talk down, no test
Give yo chin a new clef
Punch you right in your shit
It's a real cold world so I might trip on a bitch
SGM to all y'all man it's really no diff
You can't talk hard when you posted chugging them fifths
(Verse 3: idkfatal)
Tucking your chain it’s too ironic
Maybe he’s protecting it from the weather like summer on Mount Everest it couldn’t handle the change of climate
Gold turn into a shade of violet
I feel like throwing all his proclaimed ice into a grave to hide it
Yea u find it embarrassing yet?
How your quote on quote diamonds ain’t passing the test
And the Government hit u up said they debt to collect
What u expect from signing a deal now u writing a check
Almost like a never ending cycle uh
One day I'm a street performer, next American Idol uh
Tour the globe for 2 years then pass along the title
To an up and coming rapper that got less skill but more bills
To pay back all the vital positions
In the music business who got limited forgiveness
When u fuck up
You everybody’s bottom bitch a fucking suck up
Boy, you stuck up
Not everybody gonna make it up and out the motherfuckin’ gutter
(Verse 4: JustViGi)
Now tell my momma that I made it
Even though I never I did, I know the price cause imma pay it
This the game, this the life, this the grind and you ain't ever play it
Only reason I ain’t blow up cuz’ of my luck, it delayed it
I got 1, 2 Glocks wait, I’m talkin’ shit again
I ask myself if I keep rappin’, what would I gain?
Man this the only thing keepin’ me sane
And you know damn well I would do all over again
Imma get SGM on top for me
I pull up, and the money gon' talk for me
No see, I'm talkin’ like dis again
It's like a virus and its infectin’ all up my brain
No no it's not that serious if you really think about it
All dis really is a hobby nun serious I doubt it
