Damn, shit, it's right here
This for all my niggas, man, who locked down
And shit broke on, man
I got some real problems, bruh, some for real problems
I got some real scratches, nigga
Niggas scratched out
Situation, couldn't even imagine
I got some problems, I got some problems, nigga
CJ Peep, i salute your blood gang
She shine the home of mine, who got life for some change
How y'all gon' give a nigga five on top of when you die?
We lack evidence except the one in the judge's eyes
You in the way of the crime—you gon' do the time
When the time is gon' do you, maybe they should change the line
No matter how much change we make, it ain't no change of time
Can't be more 25 for one nine across state lines
And red light, infrared
I promise you can't imagine what be goin' through my head
Just knowin' that you got 25 off some of my niggas' heads
Venture in 20 through 10, playin' once and in the face
And me, I just got out, ain't tryin' to go back that route
I got spat in the last situation
Take a look at what I was facin'
All these rappers poppin', got no real partners, they flexin'
I got niggas down bad—rules to reach
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
The judge and jury why you doing so cold
You just confessed to me you made years, without throwin' no bonds
A whole family full of DAs, the trial was over in three days
And mama passed out in the court, her baby too brave
White, the way the tears in his eyes, fuck it, he gotta ride now
Only killers survive now
Charge, check, black boots, blue stripes, white suits
Go up till they stab you, make these niggas respect you
Neck, dog, stretch, stack with 13
Bebe got life, Derrick life, Mike and Horace life
Niggas doin' life
Remember Deuce, he killed States and Portman on Mason
My cousin Derrick killed the Jays, pen and paper chasin'
Tattoos and gold teeth make me look like a thief
Got these police arrestin' me, stereotyping me
Crystal package on my niggas' holidays, blessed
Keep your head up, all my niggas doin' real great
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
I got some partners who done got stretches
Yo, I'ma send this motherfucker head to everybody around the world, man
Give a fuck what's your gender, whatever the case may be
Everybody who done lost one of they partners
Give a fuck if it's one day on up, nigga
It's a scratch in that system, dawg
Nate Torn, DD, Nate Dogg
The big homie Bebe, Infrared, JP, Lil Myrtle
Van Trier, Lil Queer, Teeqo, BMO
I never forget about none of y'all, nigga
It's a scratch, dawg
