Lirik
Uh, need to turn these headphones up
Tell these people what's real
(Can you light it, Shaka?)
Uh, civil war in the ends, you ain't a part of it
Violate, we get you back, that's how the karma hits
LOC promoting beef like it's marketing
I just wanna shoot cah I'm sick of all the arguing
The last time I backed my mash was on the reservoir
You wanted head, so why they rolling with that Kevlar?
When I talk, people listen like a seminar
The barrel spins 'round like hands in an Audemars
Rah, you ain't raw like that
I remember Boogz told me, "You don't hold the 4 like that
You wrap two hands around it, yeah, yeah, more like that"
I bet they never went hard for the cause like man
When you was in the house with a jezzy getting blown
I was in the car full of hitters getting stoned
Bro slapped the dotty so much that it broke
I swear I nearly cried that day through his chokes
Let me take 'em back to the day I got birded
My head didn't drop an inch when I heard the verdict
Fuck it, still be on wassy
Life ain't sweet like can of salt water taffy
My G, Dovgate, Cat B
I started off on J wing, next door to Little B
Uh, used to talk at the wall all night
He said, "Swear down, when you land road's your time"
Yeah, so say nothing, say no more then
More money, more bitches and more skengs
"We don't wanna see you back in pen"
That's what he said when I was talking to my cousin Ken
Like, yeah, yeah, really cuz, yeah, yeah, I feel it cuz
But what about them uck **** wanna see me fill with slugs?
They ain't gonna let me put my heat down
And I ain't tryna hold no beat down
So guess what goes down, goes down
You hear me?
And we're going again for them, show you the real
My pops used to follow money from the mailbox
My brother used to say that football be the way I pop
I guess I didn't listen cah I went to prison
They had your **** on the threes just smoking, chilling
He used to be my friend so why's he talking wicked?
Times change, you would've never thought that I was with him
But I guess friends turn to enemies
They only loved you for your energy
When Nines was standing in the crop circle
I was standing on exercise blowing purple
Ounces of Cali weed, all your favourites
Had 'em like, "How they in there smoking flavours?"
That **** hit the numbers, ain't you heard the latest?
No love for a snitch or a fucking rapist
If you talk upon the net, then you Kanye West
I see **** that were vets turn into celebs
All off the back of this music ting
If you got the talent, course, bredda, do your ting
Cah it's all good in pen doing six months
But I bet double figures how you feeling nuts
Keep my head up though, same way
'Cause life ain't always beautiful like Zay Zay
Long overdue, I need a vacay
But my time's soon come, I'm due to vacate
Yappings and slappings is all I know
Jail, no bail, ****, all I know
I'm just tryna go home, ****, it's all I know
And this shit don't stop until my ones blow
Slappings and yappings, ****, all I know
Jail, no bail, ****, all I know
I'm just tryna go home, ****, it's all I know
'Cause this shit don't stop until my ones blow
Written by: KB
