"Til there's death...
Everyone got hittaz to the left to em
I stress, from a cold cell,
Stay addressin' em
Cause everybody flex,
On the set with a burner
But, I'm already doing time for murder"...🎶
Verse: 1
Still, I am... dealin' with real life, fam...
Still I stand, in prison, "why I killed that man?"
So don't ask me, "Will I blam?
I feel I am, passed the "Peel my Can"
Not Will.I.Am.
Cause I got that Pac soul,
Deeper as a pot hole
Where C.O.s like Rick Ross, sleep in they cop clothes
But on the tier, I creep with the God Glow
Huggin a page
Of a book, I got from someone double my age
They understand a little homie, that's troubled & caged
Know how to reach someone runnin,
With double the gauge
They know about the life I'm livin'
The hustlin' ways
And they buckin' it,
Before I get stuck in it...
Hook: 1x
🎶"Til there's death...
Everyone got hittaz to left to em
I stress, from a cold cell,
Stay addressin' em
Cause everybody flex,
On the set with a burner
But, I'm already doing time for murder"...🎶
Hook: 1x
"Til there's death...
Everyone got hittaz to left to em
I stress, from a cold cell,
Stay addressin' em
Cause everybody flex,
On the set with a burner
But, I'm already facing Life for murder..."🎶
Verse: 2
It's hard to listen to these rappers
That's thuggin' in sound
When I already put somebody, man, under the ground
Now I'm doing time for it,
And a dime for it,
Livin' in a place where I can die for it
When I spit we are not same,
I was locked in chains
While ya'll was lickin' Lollipops with Wayne
Dealin' with a lot of shit, that rot my brain
So with this 2nd chance in life
Man, I gots to gain
I got no time for dumb shit,
I got no time for the fake shit
Cause all the time that I wasted
They look at me, like man, I ain't hood enough
I'm just tryin to teach my son,
What, I ain't good enough?
Only if you knew what I been
I missed 10 yrs of my son's life
How bout you?
Don't let record companies tell you what's hot
So I'ma be the voice for Bobby Shmurda in the box...
Hook: 2x