June 30th

How many shots is the shit gon' take
Till the shit fall in till you get your break
Till the shit do come better fix your face
When a real g shoot his wrist don't break
How many times does it take to know
When you ride to the hood better take your pole
If the shit pop off better raise or fold
When a real g shoot it don't take his soul

Look
I'm back with the static
Seen plenty do semi, I pack automatic
I keep a Hispanic
She tell me the words that they saying in spanish
And I start to panic
Cause I think she lying, I'm thinking she planned it
Done caught her red handed
Her sister, her aunty, and niece is the bandits
They after the stash, the money
These bitches can't take nothing from me
They think I'm a dummy
I ain't got nothing to give em except for this dick in they tummy
In sweatpants I'm bummy
That's just to give her quick dick
She know she like a quick fix
Ain't this some shit
Nigga done got him some cheese and suddenly I'm all in her grits
Now I'm all in the mix
Shorty played the field and grabbed my balls now I'm all in her mitts
Steaming hot so I'll all in her mist
Presence poppin' and I'm all in her midst
Every topic that I hear em dropping
Hope the world is watching and they focus on this
Ain't a doctor but done read the doctrines
And I know that every single options a gift
How it sound when you going to war
Choppaz flying and you hitting the floor
You remember who it you was before
And sit and wonder how you ended up poor
Spent your money cause you ended up bored
This is chess, keep your eyes on the board
Water deep, don't you go overboard
Rest in peace, all my niggaz and more

Yeah
Up up and away
Whitney tucked for the fade
I might run one today
Hope not, but if not, okay
We'll prevail, niggaz locked away
Hella cells, it is not ok
Violence sells, but it's not for play
Hella shells, but without old bay
Shit is the worst
Finding out why's a ridiculous hurt
Chicagoan thirst
Dying over who put dick in her first
Hella crime, hella kids on a shirt
Hella crying, hella mommas in church
To remind us the enemy lurk
Telling times, it refreshingly works
When alive, but in memory hurts
This line wasn't mean to impose
Drinking this liquor thinking bout my grandma and Joz
Day after Kobe niggaz really froze
Mourned it together, kicked it, Nick and Joes
Life is a trip
Interstate travel I still gotta grip
Would go international if I could pick
Judge banged the gavel and told me to sit
And now this is it
Is it what it is and it ain't what it aint
No reason to hate ain't no problem for me
Backbone the sturdiest, nigga don't worry shit
June 30th I'm finally free
It ain't what it ain't and it is what is
Think about it different I got a kid
Everything is different bout how I live
June 30th, the reason it is