Cousin Tito

You know what that means? That means we have to go to war with them (yeah) (Wanna go to war? Wanna go to war? Think) Yeah (okay?) yeah Real RX (ayy, fuck you, man) I don't like to look in the mirror too long I don't know the nigga who stare back at me Try not to be, but I'm just like my daddy Rob you and sell crack in the same alley Momma knew I was a problem when she had me It ain't my fault I was born this way Abuela said I was born with thorns on my face She called me Diablo every other day Sometimes I be wanting to get away I never did listen to what other people say I'm not following shit, I'ma lead the way I got my brother back on any given day 12 hit the block, I jump the fence, I'ma get away Paranoid, trafficking on the interstate I gotta speed to see my P.O. in time Put my life on the line time after time You don't know half the shit I been through I know it's more to come, but I'ma stand tall Back to back with my fucking dawg Anything you can name, we done did it all Baby, 'cause told me, "Pap, you the one" He'll never turn his back on me and run I got it on me, nigga, I ain't going for nothin' Can't get you? I put a hole in your son My mind possessed with bad thoughts Homicides and gruesome killings 57 times stabbed a nigga Tie him to a car, drag the nigga Slid the man, grab the nigga Back to back, jab a nigga Auntie on her knees she Kaepernicking Blind back to back, this shit ridiculous My momma told me to pray to God I looked at her and said, "For what?" I used to, but I gave up All the times I prayed, he ain't never say nothin' If my man swinging, ain't no one-on-one That's my brother, like my mother's son I'm not really that close to my mother's son Low-key wish she woulda had another one I tried to read the Bible when I was in jail Shit hurt my hand so I dropped it I wanna quit Percs, but I can't stop it I was dead broke, and I ain't have an option Never complained about my situation Never asked another man for help Got off my ass and did it myself I beat a 31 with a belt And that's the real reason I ain't never fell Never forget loyalty, NFL Unc hit the works, start callin' for help In that cell you don't know what I felt Went to sleep dreamin' 'bout tuna melts I ain't have no bunkie, I was talking to myself I beat a nigga and took his radio Eight months since I heard the radio My mail slot was dryer than the desert I ain't get a picture, postcard, or letter I used to rap to myself every day and whoop niggas ass That kept me together These niggas scared to jack crip in jail Crip in the street ain't in my cell Ten times been back and forth to Hell I ain't feel like drivin', let go of the wheel I sold drugs, I can't leave a will But I can leave you some grams and a scale Got a couple licks in my phone for girl Told her if I die, take my lick phone I'm so high, I don't think I'ma get home Might run off the road and kill myself Sometimes I wake up, wanna kill myself How would you feel if I killed myself? I look in the mirror, wanna shoot myself My worst enemy is myself I ain't really worried about nobody else Up the glick and do it to myself I don't sell crack to rap about it And, nigga, I don't do it for my health I do it 'cause I don't really know nothing else Know how many times they told me I'ma fail? All alone, I be calling for help They say my cousin Tito killed himself But I know damn well he ain't killed himself Stupid ass bitch got my nigga killed Don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud Letting you know how I feel