Single / Track

Head Hunting

Lyrics

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I feel the pressure on my brain, I been strugglin' to maintain

Yeah, I sit low in that Chevy, but I might switch back to that Range

Back in the drop-top, body rot, bloodstains trickling down my face

Mindset now riddled with rage, grab the gauge, let me get out my cage, yuh

Let's take a walk to the home of the caged

We look in their eye and there ain't no denyin' it

My hood provided me nothin' but pain

And thinkin' that I can escape it with fame

When it's the greatest artists in the game get slain

While most of them battle with PTSD

My post-traumatic stress is decompressed because it won't decease (yuh)

Two Florida boys came from the land where the streets will break your heart

Takin' the life right out your eyes and leavin' you in the dark

The fame, the fortune, the hoes, none of it could ever feed my soul

All of it leavin' an empty hole inside of me, still, I trek that road

Why they always turnin' ignit?

That's how it go, that's the way that they has to be

Just know I'm keepin' the semi

Little they know that's a Florida mentality

Causin' the vision back in my session, it's a constant collision

They carry switches, put you outta commission

With so much bodies, they're not easin' the tension, nigga

Big, Big Juice Tha Sip, I'm with Denzel, that be lil' dropkick

Call Pouya, we just drop hits, B of A, big deposits

Been walkin' 'round with twenty-thousand on me just in optics

Got headhuntin', lead-dumpin' goonies on that drop shit

(Ah) you peasants got me actin' out again 'til I dump

Bet your bitch'll break her fuckin' neck to make me cum

714 to the 305, I switch out the chamber to the one

I made 10K just to hop on a stage, and fuckin' your bitch was a plus, boy

I find problems everywhere I look like what, what's up, boy?