It's really nothing

We fucking

But never loving

Spending nights in motels

Made love come out of nothing

It's really nothing

We fucking

But never busing

Mind gone off the haze

I'm on the block, **** whats the word?

It's 20 zips in my pocket

This isn't me, but I do this shit for profit

Since a young'n been on the curb

Ain't been the same since they blew out my cousins brains and left that **** for dead

I can cope, Henney straight to the head

Fuck your statistics

I'm living without a feeling

Strattera all in my system

I'm chillin'

Willy beamin'

I'm leaning, Can't get it up

I'm feinding for all that pussy she throwing

After this stunt, Man I'm dippin'

No intentions or mention

I hit her back though

Unless she throw it back though

That's a fact though

I wouldn't lie to you. x 2

Because then I tell her like

Go and see em'

Homies ride with they tints low

Fifth grade, popping bars off them windows

Selling candy up in class when my ends low

Back then, no food in the fridge though

Back then my big homie had that hammer tucked

They plucked that boy before they got to hold that hammer up

To each his own my nig, I gotta get my shit straight

I was eleven. I wasn't trying to see the pearly gates

What I'm supposed to do? This is the life we living

Grown men killing children, just for the feeling

Drilling cause you raised by women

No father figure

Late night selling dope

Don't let them coppers get us

God, forgive us

Because I tell em' like this..

I tell em'