Lyrics
(PBell)
(Euphoric, this you?)
E for effort, either go hard or go home
I'm mad as hell right now, and I'm off fuckin' X gone
Get game from elders, you respect 'em, you gon' live long
But everything ain't factual, so nigga, don't get led wrong
Let's talk about it, I been geekin' so much, I can't sleep
We take catnaps, sleep for the dead, and, bitch, I ain't deceased
Like what's defeat? You got a purpose
Either with us, or you up for each
It's purposeful and purposely impersonal, you fuck with me
They came for me oncе, it turned out bad, let's bring them guns out
Donе been a problem, Apply pressure, make you bring them funds out
I run with killers who don't stop hittin' until it run out
He 'bout his issue, typin' on Twitter, we chalk your son out
I ain't tryna talk with niggas, A-N-T-I
Social what I am, my head low, but keep my eyes wide
Ears always open, slippers count I won't be that guy
Who fall victim to that pistol nigga, so I keep mine
Straight out that North, but buried my heart on the Eastside
We deploy the issue, my niggas gon' let that heat fly
Got one chance, pussy nigga, ain't no three times
Think twice before you roll them dice 'cause it's no rewind
Tell 'em bring it on then, I just mix the pain with meds
Voices in my head, the talk is critical, I'm on edge
Like fuck it, I might tell my niggas get you
Better not show your hand
For any nigga try play on my mental, we gon' blow his ass
Stoolies got too hot, so we in rentals, never show the tag
Get up close on niggas, talkin' so close like it's shoulder tag
Come through truckin' shit with micro, hit opps with no shoulder pads
Might call my nigga Steeze
We caught your mans and then we stole his ass
If he catch the biggest hat for me, I'ma promote his ass
Them boys done wasted so many racks on me, I already know they mad
Whenever I'm in the city, I'm out East, come and spend your last
I can't seem to get my mind off Leeke, he was livin' fast
Bro just copped the SRT, so please don't make 'em hit the gas