2 Nineteen

Yeah, uh, yeah Before I lay down with this heat (before I lay down with this heat) I pray to God he let me sleep, yeah (I'm tired of havin' bad dreams) And if I die today (oh) One of these niggas, they goin' meet they maker (on gang, turn me up) Interviewers be askin' me like "What's up with you and these rappers in the city?" I don't fuck with none of these bitch ass rappers Nigga, they scared of me, that's on gang Tell 'em I'm ready, don't hide now (for real) It's up, and I don't wanna talk it out (baow) Stick dirty, I'm clutchin' it, ridin' 'round For one of these rappers, I'm final chalk 'em out (yeah) Internet beef, I decline that But in person, pull up, then I'll walk 'em down First we hit up that rapper then hit up that Sprinter I know all about they lil' hideouts (yeah) Dear heavenly Father, I know that I sin In the city they talkin', they know what I did (for real) I hit up that rapper, you made him famous Yeah, he barely made it but will not again (gang) All I see is yellow tape and Berettas Outside, I ain't lackin', don't think that I'm is Might reflect in the mirror, then devil a nigga Will not tell a soul, just go handle my business Say Cheese tryna get in my business (my business) I can't tell him too much, he's a blogger (he's a blogger) But he seen that video, nigga (oh, he did) So he know that I'm 'bout what I'm talkin' (that's on God) Laws askin' 'bout a body in Fort Worth (What?) Had my show, but I do not recall it (I don't know) You heard that rapper got shot on the tow-way? (Uh-uh) No, I don't, who? Whatchamacallit? (Gang) Yellin' murder, murder Tell 'em better be careful when we serve up They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh This is murder, murder Knowin' I ain't worried when I skrrt it down Ridin' with that .30, catch 'em lurking Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh Heard that they keep talkin' reckless (what?) Oh, they talkin' outside of they neck? (They neck?) Heard he put ten on my head (my head) So his shooter gon' end up in debt (for real) How you goin' pay for a body (a body) Then tell the police I'm a threat? (You's a ho) They on IG playin' gangster (what?) So I will not respond to that mess (yeah) Body for body, we catch 'em lackin' right outside of the lobby Tell 'em come down the block with that thing (yeah) Police conviction 'cause these niggas snitchin' Keep it in the streets, I will not say a thing (no) This rap shit is politics, I am not with it They say that it's smoke but they writin' down names (what?) This my apology for anybody that jump in my way Take that to the grave They say they gon' kill me, well, hurry up (what?) 'Cause my son and my nephew gon' murder some' (brrt) We catch 'em lackin', they on the run (yeah) We walk 'em down with all 30-some' (30-some') I'm in Oak Cliff at my daddy shop (what?) On Saner with Sean, I ain't scared of nothin' (I ain't) 'Cause really, I live what I rap about (I do) So these niggas know how I'm comin', gang Ayy, ayy Please leave me alone, I don't want no smoke, I don't want no friction I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm a scary ass friendly ass rapper Please leave me alone, these niggas tellin' on me I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to do none of that Please leave me alone Yellin' murder, murder Tell 'em better be careful when we serve up They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh This is murder, murder Knowin' I ain't worried when I skrrt it down Ridin' with that .30, catch 'em lurking Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh Oh, oh, oh, uh-uh Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-uh I can hear my granny say, "Nuh-uh" Uh-uh, so uh-uh, yeah I'm Osama Three Laden, gang, HSM It's 2 Nineteen, bitch, RIP RLee Enjoy life, smile every day, nigga For real