Letras
Still breathing, I don't know my purpose yet
Always leaning, popping percocets
I don't wanna hit your bitch, I just want a check
Living in the city of death when you could be next
Living life like checkers when it's really chess
I get the pack gone quick in a hurry
My niggas quick to shoot like Stephen Curry
Little bro got the forty with the thirty
Riding in a clean rental but it's so dirty
Trying to find a better way to survive, everyday another nigga die
Thank God I'm alive, lost little daddy years ago and I still cry
Never knew the homie from middle school would try to murder you
Or that's just how the game will turn on you
You don't know half the shit I go through
Just cause I'm quiet don't mean I won't smoke you
You don't know half the shit I go through
Cookies in my jaw, leaning off a bowl like
But you want to, so I put it on pro tools
You don't know half the shit I go through
Cookies in my jaw, leaning off a bowl like
But you want to, so I put it on pro tools
Real nigga, been that all my life
Choose to move solo cause the game ain't right
Fuck gambling with my life and throwing rocks at the pen
This life of sin keep me packing a ten
Just a few friends, can count them on one hand
Niggas smiling in my face knowing who killed my mama
Mall I got jig and that's on God homie
Cause Toya took me in when the world was gaining on me
Feeling hella lonely with no one to turn to
See what the game do, the game don't love fool
I had to learn the hard way, experience the best teacher
I spit ether, gunpowder on dope tracks
This beat slap like the mack when that bitch clap
Think I'm all rap, well homie, go and fucking try me
I ain't bragging, an army, you'll be my tenth body
Chopper riding shotty, on my murder man shit homie
You don't know half the shit I go through
Cookies in my jaw, leaning off a bowl like
But you want to, so I put it on pro tools
You don't know half the shit I go through
Cookies in my jaw, leaning off a bowl like
But you want to, so I put it on pro tools