My life’s like a movie and it’s uncut Certain man I cut I can’t uncut Do this for the dons who feel unloved Grinding through the night until the sun’s up
And I don’t carry feelings I carry guns, carry knives, carry nunchucks You can carry bleedings You can carry stab wounds, gunshots, gun bucks And I’ve been stabbed up, shot at and rushed couple times But still I’m on the roads and feeling untouched My own mama looking at me like “Are you okay?” Mama don’t you know your son tough? I just take tools and the ganja My brudda fresh home but he’s chilling two guns up Ain’t nothing new here Old guns, old friends, just a new number
My life’s like a movie and it’s uncut Certain man I cut I can’t uncut Do this for the dons who feel unloved Grinding through the night until the sun’s up
My life’s like a movie and it’s uncut Certain man I trust I had to untrust Free my bruddas cah it’s unjust Fuck these hoes, some I wanna unfuck And I don’t fuck with no feds Not once in my life, see a brudda getting uncuffed My brudda bun weed, he bun man He bun skin fam, he just wanna bun stuff Remember being bankrupt Flying up and down cunch, tryna get my bands up The streets cold, ain’t no damn love Nowadays your own friend will get you shanked up You need to cool off the gang stuff Take a few trips with a gyal and some dank bud I remember when P.C. Riley had his gun up in my face And I didn’t put my hands up
My life’s like a movie and it’s uncut Certain man I cut I can’t uncut Do this for the dons who feel unloved Grinding through the night until the sun’s up