Lyrics
(Chris, you idiot, look at what you did)
(Ike, this shit crazy)
You shouldn't be in panic, you got blood ties with me (got blood ties with me)
Dolo, I'm outside, but still my gun ridin' with me (still my gun ridin' with me)
All my tears dried, I seen somebody mind drippin' (somebody mind drippin')
Late on my replies, I got too high, my mind kind of drifted (my mind kind of drifted)
And it's crazy I couldn't be there when he died, that shit so wicked (when he died, that shit so wicked)
Everybody passed right after, leave from 'round me, I'm not gifted (from 'round me, I'm not gifted)
My head above, but it feel like I'm drownin', am I swimmin'? (I'm drownin', am I swimmin'?)
Rest up to all of my guys, I miss them times we used to kick it (times we used to kick it)
He ain't got no car, walked on his feet, this his fourth time in it
My mind wrapped around the calls, that effect shit is pendin'
Bro just want blood across his pavement, spellin' out words like Disney
I'ma pin his tail like birthday parties, twirl until my dizzy
He tried meth, the needle, vomit, the rush, it became addictive
He stay on FaceTime with his opps, it's like he playin' the middle (he playin' the middle)
That shit just cold, you know your opp who shot, don't play a victim (don't play a victim)
Them growner bitches bolder now, they know I'm nothin' that little (uh-huh)
He inside the club with stick on side, but he don't got no ID (don't got no ID)
Nigga, he young as fuck, but he high off drugs, 13 lookin' 23
Tip-toein' around the lines, damn, I'm dead if I use my feet (I use my feet)
Eatin' ribs with steak with family members, cuz 'nem chopped the beef (yeah, yeah, yeah)
He a shooter and rapper, go to school to clap, in my hood, he's a trophy (he stay in school)
He ridin' Scat with a 'Wood and strap tryna slide, he got no motion (he tryna slide)
My gun don't never jam on me, you would think I'm feedin' it lotion (it don't jam)
He talk that shit, gave him ten P's, look like he barely want it
His car right there, stay behind two whips, lookin' like we barely on him (we on him)
He make this right, swerve through that lane and stop, this man's a goner
35 to four, we done caught two more, now I'm feelin' like Adrien Broner (Adrien Broner)