Letras
You fightin' life, sometimes you get lonely
Cook the beef up, sometimes I get hungry
The problems that I'm dealin' with is really mental
Your friends died, we ain't showin' you no sympathy
Bro, don't sneak diss on Drakeo, he with the shit
When shells drop, don't got a problem if he hit a kid
I'm the type that be gone in a jiffy
I aired the crowd out with all odds against me
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
You all up in a nigga's face, I don't know nothin'
He ninety-nine percent tough, he get the whole hundred
Left a nigga haulin' ass like he stole somethin'
They sayin' to me the shells took all his clothes from him
ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer
ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
I'm finna fuck these niggas over with no relation
A hundred shots on standby, I hope he make it
Gotta take the trash out, niggas always hatin'
In my rear is a nigga that's always fakin'
Killers on standby, they always waitin'
I'm the nigga from the block where they hardly make it
I don't play with lil' kids when I'm chit-chattin'