For Duck (Instrumental)

(Shoutout Digi Prada, you hear me?) New Glocks and XDs We ain't shooting 'til we test these And we ain't stopping 'til we catch three Hit his crib and tell him, "Catch me" They like, "They ain't playing fair," yeah, this shit that deep, look The other day I almost clapped a nigga Whole time it's just a fan, he's trying to snap a picture That get back gon' be so real, we gotta wrap a nigga We just riding, lurking, tryna catch a rapper nigga And if we ever said it's up nigga, then it's stuck, nigga I'm the type to come through dressed up like a cluck, nigga Now you boxed up in that corner and you fucked, nigga And thе last words that you heard was, "This for Duck, nigga" And all that fake shit, don't come around with it 'Causе usually that snake shit come around with it And usually the ones that fold say they down with it You hanging with that nigga, he told, you must be down with it And I ain't gotta get close to you Nigga, I can get you touched from a ocean view I just make a call and they do what they 'posed to do Ain't no capping, boy, them scrappers, they stand over you Like Dooski say, I got a bond with my shooters And if they catch a case, then we just bond out the shooter We might hit your crib like we running with the looters You can try to run, but ain't no running from this Ruger I catch the killer he getting buried alive, no buried in five When my niggas want you, where you gon' hide? Better ride with that fire And if we can't find you, we gon' get somebody that mean a lot to you So, you can keep on hiding and we gon' end up taking a lot from you And ain't no question, I don't wanna talk Ain't no drive-by shooting, today, I wanna walk We been at his crib some hours, today, I wanna stalk And we ain't leaving from his crib until this nigga caught He coming out, I saw him in HD Ran up on him with that pipe like, "Nigga, take these" Nigga stumbling and running, he can't shake these Then all he seen was a flash, told him, "Say cheese," nigga Got a lot of shit on my mind, I just keep inside 'Cause if I let it out, you might just see them demons fly It's fucked up when you lose your nigga and see him die That hit a part in your soul where you can't even cry I done witnessed niggas change right in front of me And I done witnessed niggas get changed right in front of me Mama always asked me, "Son, what you wanna be?" But it ain't what I wanna be, ma, it's what I'm gonna be I always been the humble type, but never been the mumble type Was raised around them young wild niggas in that jungle life You wouldn't last a day, you don't wanna see what that jungle like Them youngins riding 'round with a pipe, them youngins, they'll take your life Most of my niggas gang bang or locked up in a cell Sometimes, I ask the man upstairs, "Is we living in hell?" Them shorties run up on your porch like they deliver mail Them shorties run up with that torch and just deliver shells See, I grew up in a city full of hatred Where they see you got a way out, but don't wanna see you make it They don't wanna see you take it, they don't wanna see you chase it They gon' smile like its love, but deep down inside they hate it See, I came along way from depression and aggression From welfare to Section eight, I thank God 'cause it's a blessing Brothers in and out of jails, Lord knows my mama stressing Thinking about the life I live like, will I make it to see heaven? Will I make it to see 27? I'll be damned, I be under a reverend I'll be damned I let a nigga get up on me, he gon' catch six from the seven I done seen niggas hang with niggas who done told So, I don't fuck with them, you fuck with him, you done told I can vouch these niggas bitches, on bro 'nem And I can merch that on them niggas, on foenem If that was me, won't be no witness, nah If that was me, won't be no sentence, look So, run up on me wrong, you better have your shit together 'Cause them killers I fuck with, they be with whatever My niggas hopping out with them Deserts We ain't come to send a blessing, boy, we came to send a message Look, moral of the story, keep a weapon If he trying to learn, he get burned 'cause I teach a lesson Hollows open up like presents when I shoot that Smith & Wesson For some shit he did in the past, now he ain't present, nigga