Wicked Environment
I just wanna' vent to y'all
Let y'all know how i'm feeling
Shit been fuckin' with me
Like i always say man, you know, i get through everything
They know how i'm coming
Ahh shit
If you know me then i cope different
Overcame all the bad so my hope different
Counted out, i was bare, now i tote different
I ain't wanna be the blame 'cause i know different
Lost niggas that i love from the sandbox
Lost niggas that i love from the same spot
Lost niggas, who ain't here, got a grave spot
Ian dropped in a year, this a new spot
I'm feeling too hot
And damn, bra, i'm heated
Cuttin' off the drugs knowing damn well i need it
Did it as a jit, they say "history repeated"
The older that i get, pain winning, i'm defeated
Know this week, like the next week
And the next week, gotta' have a different technique—
—To run em' down
That's some M's in my brain, CT scan, they like "wow"
Music been my therapy, for 2 years, they like "how"?
Without this, woulda kept slangin' iron, she like "bow"
(Pop sum')
Uh
Tie the loose ends and tell me how it go
If you ain't got it in you, keep going
Nah, trust me, my nigga, i know, fasho
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
Allen call my phone venting
Now i'm in a place, thinking "Damn, why he trippin?"
Until i seen his side, now i'm sorry 'cause i'm gettin' frustrated
I just want my momma free while i go chase it
Then i look up, like "Damn, will i go places?"
CMG or Bread Gang, i want both places
Gotti seem genuine, he don't pick faces
Bagg seem over-hurt, we can cope basis, we can rock stages
Know its one of my dreams to have a billion achieved
And have my blood'nem mean, i'm puttin' on for the team
To have my thug'nem freed, from doing time
Shit green
And have my kids on "feed", to get whatever they need
And we ain't going in ski'd, to leave out with no weed
Its either body or the bread
Give it up or you be dead
Need to get it out my head
But, i'm meaning what i said
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
Let y'all know how i'm feeling
Shit been fuckin' with me
Like i always say man, you know, i get through everything
They know how i'm coming
Ahh shit
If you know me then i cope different
Overcame all the bad so my hope different
Counted out, i was bare, now i tote different
I ain't wanna be the blame 'cause i know different
Lost niggas that i love from the sandbox
Lost niggas that i love from the same spot
Lost niggas, who ain't here, got a grave spot
Ian dropped in a year, this a new spot
I'm feeling too hot
And damn, bra, i'm heated
Cuttin' off the drugs knowing damn well i need it
Did it as a jit, they say "history repeated"
The older that i get, pain winning, i'm defeated
Know this week, like the next week
And the next week, gotta' have a different technique—
—To run em' down
That's some M's in my brain, CT scan, they like "wow"
Music been my therapy, for 2 years, they like "how"?
Without this, woulda kept slangin' iron, she like "bow"
(Pop sum')
Uh
Tie the loose ends and tell me how it go
If you ain't got it in you, keep going
Nah, trust me, my nigga, i know, fasho
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
Allen call my phone venting
Now i'm in a place, thinking "Damn, why he trippin?"
Until i seen his side, now i'm sorry 'cause i'm gettin' frustrated
I just want my momma free while i go chase it
Then i look up, like "Damn, will i go places?"
CMG or Bread Gang, i want both places
Gotti seem genuine, he don't pick faces
Bagg seem over-hurt, we can cope basis, we can rock stages
Know its one of my dreams to have a billion achieved
And have my blood'nem mean, i'm puttin' on for the team
To have my thug'nem freed, from doing time
Shit green
And have my kids on "feed", to get whatever they need
And we ain't going in ski'd, to leave out with no weed
Its either body or the bread
Give it up or you be dead
Need to get it out my head
But, i'm meaning what i said
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
A wicked environment
A fucked up predicament
The hood made me bad
Wasn't never labeled "innocent"
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