Around Me

I keep my day ones around me my gang around me
I keep the grass low cause snakes try and slither around me
You never know who out to get you I keep pistols around me
I try and lead em to the light but these is demons around me
Bro addicted to the pipe I just need killas around me
He pro with iron sights grew up with pistols around em
Turn his soul into kite make sure all them boys dying
Push the whip with the off hand so I can shoot while I'm driving

You steady talking bout a get bacc huh
Well why the fucc you ain't tryna get yo get bacc then
Me and Fats got matching gloccs spit like the yin yang twins
The pole everywhere I go this like an extended limb
We slid bacc double Bacc now we spinning again
Knowing that them niggas dying feel like I'm living again
Linking up with my day ones got me grinning again
I had the pastor pray for me now I'm sinning again

All these drugs don't make the pain stop
I felt that anger in me rising put them feelings in my g locc
Them shooters ain't have no extended them was all stoccs
You new niggas start the beef and then go and call cops
You pouring shots for yo dead guys but we serving only head shots
When kizzy got the strap he be like fetty with that dead eye
I had my dog pound on me yea yea yea i treat that pistol like a lap dog

We fooled them ops outta roccing vest then went and lit his chest up
I put these diamonds on my necc feel like I accomplished some
Blue cheese designer things look at me now I finally own something
Money up look at us now we doing way more than pole clutching
I link the whole team link the streets doing way more than soul touching
And we don't care about the score we just go keep scoring
And for them days I had the blues I'll make sure the rain keep pouring
And when them shooters hit the corner we go kill cause we don't do warnings
I felt my soul hurt before my cousin died I was pre mourning
I tried to stop dropping tears but It kept storming
I just be talking over beats tell em what's important

Tryna tell them what's important

All these drugs don't make the pain stop
I felt that anger in me rising put them feelings in my g locc
Them shooters ain't have no extended them was all stoccs
You new niggas start the beef and then go and call cops
You pouring shots for yo dead guys but we serving only head shots
When kizzy got the strap he like fetty with that dead eye
I had my dog pound treat that pistol like a lap dog

he got that aim from his grand pops
all these drugs don't make the pain stop
I felt that anger in me rising out them feelings in my g lock