Loose Screws

Twenty20 shit nigga
Told y'all I'm back on it, feel me
RIP GTM, let's get it

I'm tryna flood these streets with motivation
Decode the matrix
Any nigga talk down then you know he hatin'
Look, this a different type of pain
That give up on a ride and you stranded in the rain
They say GTM died, I'm feeling strange
Say if them DB G's slide, I gotta bang
I grab my 40 every time I hear my name
I got PTSD, I feel insane
Nostalgic feelings when I hear about cocaine
We had bricks in the house and mama wasn't to blame
Loose screws, feds duck, duck, goosed you
They got Red on indictments we was new to
Documents say surveillance, they had conversations
Thinking a nigga snitched on us but feds was fucking laying
Damn, look how we played ourself
The killer look just like the victim, how we slay ourself
I was only 15 with a 'K myself
Hundred rounds in the basement, that's the war room
How you niggas from the streets, where yo war wounds
I told Lil Poppy he up next, I'll pass the torch soon
That's my nigga to the grave or the orange suit
Tez, Jigg, Zay, and Monni get the court too
We all ball when I'm up, what the fuck is up
Smoking cigars like they just blunts, armored tonka trucks
I could never fall not at once
Bitch I'm always up
Perkys fight the sickle cell, my life like a living hell
Only joy I got is baby girl and my niggas yeah
Wifey ride or die and I can't let her out my sight
Took all the guns out the house, she want me living right
But if a nigga try, a nigga still die
And that's a promise my guy
On God I'm a Real Right northside nigga and y'all frauds
Volar



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Writer(s): Dechristopher Wyche
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