Deeper Than Death

(Bitch) la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la I might die and go to Hell for the shit I don' did for the game, man (ArmaniDisShiiStewyBoi) fuck it (oh) I been steppin' on these niggas, man I ain't got no motherfuckin' sense, man Yo (oh) Ain't no feelin's in my heart, bitch, I'm in too deep Wakin' up in cold sweat, I'm gettin' killed in my sleep My mama text me every mornin', says she prayin' for me I text my mama right back and say, "I'm playin' for keeps" (oh) She be cryin' on my phone, man, I tell her she weak You better ask about yo' son, I put tags on feet She told me her friend told her that his money on me I just laughed out loud, 'cause it's funny to me (oh, bitch) You gave birth to a killer, it's a hunnid on me And I ain't never ever lackin', when I'm runnin' the streets I'm puttin' niggas underground when they run into me And I mean every word, so don't run into me (oh) I was countin' on Bris, but the bro didn't make it (la-la-la-la) I was countin' on Jody, but the bro didn't make it Niggas shot my brother Dreda and they mad that he made it That's my daddy second son, so I'm killin' like Jason (oh) They shot Jayge five times, he was only 15 That's my mama's sister's son, so I'm lettin' off steam I bought a case of Chinese choppers, just supportin' the team Sendin' hits from the pen, if you know what I mean (oh) If I die n' go to Hell, blood, I feel like I won I'm the one that took yo' twin brother life with this gun Talkin' 'bout I chase him down, boy, he couldn't even run And I stood over that boy, filled him up with the drum (oh) If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin', boy, and I ain't dead I'm the sickest in the streets, they got a mil' on my head Caught him on his granny porch, hit him all in his leg He couldn't get up in the house, I hit him all in his dreads (oh, bitch) I've been goin' through some thangs, heart filled up with pain Since they killed my nigga Jack, boy, my life ain't been the same I been trippin' on the suckers, fillin' niggas up with flames All I think about is dyin', blood, but who am I to blame? (Oh) FaceTimin' with my father, he thought I was actin' shy (la-la-la-la) I couldn't look him in the eye, 'cause he ain't never seen me cry All my best friends is dead, all I wanna do is slide I'd do a hunnid years before a nigga make me hide (oh) My sister said I'm crazy, man, I told her she a lie Mama's scared for ya, I think mama gettin' high They killed Mo3 and King Von died We livin' in the last days, I just want to survive (oh) I'm richer than a bitch, them niggas barely gettin' by They want to kill yo' brother 'cause they know that I'm the guy Drippin' in designer, every day, a nigga fly I'ma killa, I'ma stretch you if you ain't up on my side I cried last week when my grand mama died That shit broke me down, boy, it hurt me deep inside I couldn't even move, man, I felt paralyzed I told Bankroll, "Leave the ops terrified" (oh, bitch) The pain that I'm feelin', never felt this shit before My father used to tell me, "Son, this shit is not a joke" When Brandon Briggs died, man, I swear my heart was broke I'll raise his son like he mine, that's on my grand mama's soul (oh) They killed my brother Stunna Nuk in front of all his kids (la-la-la-la) I was in prison cryin' like a motherfuckin' bitch When they shot my mama's son, I felt like they took out my rib They tried to kill my brother Dreda for the shit that I done did (oh) When them bitches set me up, them niggas shot me in my Porsche Them niggas shot me in my leg, them niggas could've did me worse I ain't panic, I just hit the gas and let it go to work, I wasn't hurt This the shit that come with bitches when you flirt, nigga (oh) This the shit that come with bitches when you flirt, nigga (oh)