Lets go back to an earlier state
Back when a bunch of cats
was jumping to this world via hate
Gang bang shit, yeah I'm guilty of it
When I'm looking at the TV,
man seem like everybody really love it
Wave they flags high, for the world to see
Even though we know we don't want our
son and little girls to be
some of these youngsters got no thumbers
Bet they want no funk, but they could get
If bangin' retrogresses, now the color's
Stresses of rival, says get weapon,
go get the Tec, and press it
To make sure they get the message,
why don't these motherfuckers
Rep and Stets know they faking just like
they not afraid don't f with Texas
But still oblivious and fans see free
But real life is mo' serious
Like '85 they might be gunnin'
Why you living like a drummin'
When you sippin' wit' your woman
I can feel the trippin' com in'
Feelin' proud cause no one is gunnin'
Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
Yo, I can feel it com in'
When I'm down for the town
And the club beefing with the woman
Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
They was family, used to love you
Swear to God that they would
never put nothing above you
It's just to, see your successes,
Put slugs to, cause they ain't with
I get so much love, I get to searching
For the evil 'cause is coming,
I can see right through the curtain
But the haters fill with anger,
I can feel it's about to worsen
The bigger that I get, I can feel these
tricks is stake for certain
When I'm partying without my body guardians,
'Cause I'm feelin they wanna
Tips with lead and head it to kill foes
They real hoes plus they fake
she love when they preferred her
Heard her servers, picks alert us,
quick with the squirt her
Like '85 they might be gunnin'
Why you living like a drummin'
So you steppin' with your woman
I can feel the trippin' comin'
'Cause when I watch the news
Everybody living in they last days
Are in hate and waste and
Facin', life sentences are the case man
It's just too good to be true
Buried in the hood could be you
ain't lookin' for no kinda lecture
When you sittin' on something better,
Scheming on me, tryin to tear a lung
I keep my eyes open for the bullshit
I'm looking every direction
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