S2

You know nowadays everybody liabilities
They told me, "Pick a side"
I said, "I'm rockin' with myself, you dig what I'm sayin'?"
You know, I know shit get confidential, that's the main reason I ain't trippin'
My intentions was to do what I did 'cause when I did what I did I was gon' get the result to see who's really with me
And when it all boiled down, shit, everybody turn they back on me
Ayy, any time they ask how I'm doin'
Shit, I tell 'em I'm cope aesthetic

Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles, he la familia (bow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar (ooh)
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (grrah)
Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out
Snakes inside the whip, tell bro, "Slow down before the cops be on us" (skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (mmm, mmm)

Whole hundred thou', that's for the tennis chain (tennis chain)
I'm tryna wash the Perkies down and mix with lemonade
This shit I'm spittin' way too gangster, they still don't understand
Financially, shorty, I'm straight, but still not mentally
Ayy, I live a soldier life mentality

Million on my head, I know they after me (uh, uh)
Reverse they block and empty the clip (skrrt), we let off shots soon as the addy leak (skrrt)
They tryna break down what I built, it took a mil' to make this masterpiece
I hit your line, pick up the phone 'cause in your arms, that's where I'd rather be

Cops get behind us, hide my chrome inside your purse, make sure it's stashed for me
Friendly reminder of my own, I found the plug who had the bags for cheap
I'm in your yard, come ride alone, can you explain why you still mad at me?
I'm still at war from shit back home, so I can't leave unless I grab the heat

Still sendin' green dots to the prison, I'm in my feelings 'bout my dawg in that slammer
B put a green dot on the Glizzy, 30 repetition what we standin' on
And this a house act in the kitchen, whippin' with that arm and hammer
I still got one foot in the trenches, with the quickness dressin' camel

This codeine fuckin' up my kidneys, damn near runnin' outta stamina
Go tat' my name on your lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me
I wrap my flag around the Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips
I think my soul back from the 60s, reason they not understandin' me

Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles, he la familia (bow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar (ooh)
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (grrah)
Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out
Snakes inside the whip, tell bro, "Slow down before the cops be on us" (skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (mmm, mmm)