Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide I’m right here on the X wit’ this Glock .45 Been a year since you died, still dreamin’ you alive Tell that I’m lost when you look me in my eyes Shit get real when you up in that field I got the juice, I ain’t cute, but I keep the steel Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real In these streets for real You don’t really want no beef for real Cash money I’m a soldier A hot boy, block boy, slidin’ wit’ that Glock boy And I wouldn’t cuff yo’ bitch ’cause she a tomboy Tuck til’ we slide down yo’ block wit’ that convoy I don’t even know these niggas, why they talk so much? A broke nigga get my verse then I don’t cost enough Let this bitch bitch, I get sick and get to coughin’ up She wanna pay that choosin’ fee then tell that bitch to offer up
When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see Deep down I know the devil got control of me The day Lamont died it left a hole in me Why I’m losin’ everybody that’s so close to me? I feel alone wit’ this pain like it’s only me Got me thinkin’, maybe this is how it supposed to be Can’t let the devil keep controllin’ me If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me
All black as I creep through the city Know some niggas want me dead but they gotta come and get me I been blankin’ wit’ this .40 but my Glock now hold 50 Caught a sucka up in traffic, introduced him to the city Since 1998 I swear this street shit been in me Lost my brother to a bullet, wish that bullet never hit ’em I done fell out wit’ some niggas, who used to gang wit’ me Last time I seen him he got slapped and we stripped him On me, I coulda been played you niggas out I tried to give you niggas life and help you niggas out Been slidin’ on them niggas on behalf of Tu When it was me, Sheik and Tu, YB and Q Shit get real when you up in them streets Got me funkin’ wit’ some niggas I ain’t never meet I was slidin’, sendin’ shots on behalf of Sheik So I know I’ll die for him and he’ll die for me
When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see Deep down I know the devil got control of me The day Lamont died it left a hole in me Why I’m losin’ everybody that’s so close to me? I feel alone wit’ this pain like it’s only me Got me thinkin’, maybe this is how it supposed to be Can’t let the devil keep controllin’ me If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me
Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide I’m right here on the X wit’ this Glock .45 Been a year since you died, still dreamin’ you alive Tell that I’m lost when you look me in my eyes Shit get real when you up in that field I got the juice, I ain’t cute, but I keep the steel Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real In these streets for real You don’t really want no beef for real Cash money I’m a soldier A hot boy, block boy, ridin’ wit that Glock boy I don’t wanna cuff yo’ bitch, she a tomboy Tucked til’ we slidin’ on yo’ block wit’ that convoy On me, let the devil keep controllin’ me Know they wouldn’t notice me If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me
When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see Deep down I know the devil got control of me The day Lamont died it left a hole in me Why I’m losin’ everybody that’s so close to me? I feel alone wit’ this pain like it’s only me Got me thinkin’, maybe this is how it supposed to be Can’t let the devil keep controllin’ me If it wasn’t for the money they wouldn’t notice me