Cousin Tito

You know what that means?
That means we have to go to war with them (yeah)
(Wanna go to war? Wanna go to war? Think)
Yeah (okay?) yeah
Real RX (ayy, fuck you, man)

I don't like to look in the mirror too long
I don't know the nigga who stare back at me
Try not to be, but I'm just like my daddy
Rob you and sell crack in the same alley

Momma knew I was a problem when she had me
It ain't my fault I was born this way
Abuela said I was born with thorns on my face
She called me Diablo every other day

Sometimes I be wanting to get away
I never did listen to what other people say
I'm not following shit, I'ma lead the way
I got my brother back on any given day

12 hit the block, I jump the fence, I'ma get away
Paranoid, trafficking on the interstate
I gotta speed to see my P.O. in time
Put my life on the line time after time

You don't know half the shit I been through
I know it's more to come, but I'ma stand tall
Back to back with my fucking dawg
Anything you can name, we done did it all

Baby, 'cause told me, "Pap, you the one"
He'll never turn his back on me and run
I got it on me, nigga, I ain't going for nothin'
Can't get you? I put a hole in your son

My mind possessed with bad thoughts
Homicides and gruesome killings
57 times stabbed a nigga
Tie him to a car, drag the nigga

Slid the man, grab the nigga
Back to back, jab a nigga
Auntie on her knees she Kaepernicking
Blind back to back, this shit ridiculous

My momma told me to pray to God
I looked at her and said, "For what?"
I used to, but I gave up
All the times I prayed, he ain't never say nothin'

If my man swinging, ain't no one-on-one
That's my brother, like my mother's son
I'm not really that close to my mother's son
Low-key wish she woulda had another one

I tried to read the Bible when I was in jail
Shit hurt my hand so I dropped it
I wanna quit Percs, but I can't stop it
I was dead broke, and I ain't have an option

Never complained about my situation
Never asked another man for help
Got off my ass and did it myself
I beat a 31 with a belt

And that's the real reason I ain't never fell
Never forget loyalty, NFL
Unc hit the works, start callin' for help
In that cell you don't know what I felt

Went to sleep dreamin' 'bout tuna melts
I ain't have no bunkie, I was talking to myself
I beat a nigga and took his radio
Eight months since I heard the radio

My mail slot was dryer than the desert
I ain't get a picture, postcard, or letter
I used to rap to myself every day and whoop niggas ass
That kept me together

These niggas scared to jack crip in jail
Crip in the street ain't in my cell
Ten times been back and forth to Hell
I ain't feel like drivin', let go of the wheel

I sold drugs, I can't leave a will
But I can leave you some grams and a scale
Got a couple licks in my phone for girl
Told her if I die, take my lick phone

I'm so high, I don't think I'ma get home
Might run off the road and kill myself
Sometimes I wake up, wanna kill myself
How would you feel if I killed myself?

I look in the mirror, wanna shoot myself
My worst enemy is myself
I ain't really worried about nobody else
Up the glick and do it to myself

I don't sell crack to rap about it
And, nigga, I don't do it for my health
I do it 'cause I don't really know nothing else
Know how many times they told me I'ma fail?

All alone, I be calling for help
They say my cousin Tito killed himself
But I know damn well he ain't killed himself
Stupid ass bitch got my nigga killed

Don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud
Letting you know how I feel