Full Clip - Pc Tweezie, Reece

Rest in peace to Lil' Pookie

Rest in peace to Lil' Cuevo

Rest in peace to Tommy Green

Matter of fact, R.I.P.

to all my fallen soldiers

Fell victim to the game, you hear me?

Probably try a tweezer to my heart

Criminal thoughts flow through my head while writin' this verse

Reminiscin' on all my niggas, I’ve just seen in a hearse

This shit hurt, I’m fearing death

They got me scared of the church

What make it worse

My mama’s sick, that’s why I’m poppin' these percs

My daddy deadbeat, that pussy nigga never fed me

Nigga stole my cousin

Now the nigga tryin' to bury me

I’m trying to rap this shit

But, actually I’m really in some trap or shit

I believe in God, but living like the devil’s advocate

I took the murder charge, got it turned into battery

14, going to prison (Damn…)

Not knowing where I’m goin' is gonna label me a victim

My red file adjudicated but they sentence me like a killer

Survival of the fittest, yeah

Welcome to the jungle, nigga

My daddy never taught us shit

All we had was momma, nigga

I was told you never leave the house without your tool witcha

I’ve got more mugshots than school pictures

Back to the topic though, original, the sickest in the city

But they copied 'em all, baby Drake or turn you into a sloppy joe

Niggas, killing for nothing, I’m clutch, and you know I’m thuggin'

Fuck the other side, die with them, they go for cousin

Where I’m from, nigga, this how it is

I’ve seen a nigga turn on they own people

And they’ve got the nerve to ask me why I write like this (Know what I told 'em?

Cut my life like this

Now I’m beefin' with my hood, this shit getting heavy

Feeling like Job, Man, I think God tryna test me

Nevertheless I almost died, niggas gettin' at me

Same nigga that I was cool with bustin' at me

Ten inches from my head.

they almost hit my dome

The day before Mother’s Day, I should have stayed at home

Enough of that, but let’s talk about this music shit

They trying use me for my music, just to make it big

I ain’t signing shit, unless you coming with that comma, comma

And I’ve got choppers if you’re coming with that drama, drama

My baby mama lied to me about the pregnancy

Can’t let these bald ass bitches be the death of me

Most definitely, it’s hard to do it on your own, man

But I understand, I’m a motherfucking grown man

Trying to be humble, but the shit right there ain’t goin' as planned

That shit get deeper than this music, you don’t understand, man, woah

All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all

That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all

Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit

That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip

All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all

That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all

Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit

That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip

Empty out a full clip

Empty out a full clip

All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all

That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all

All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all, yeah

Oh, woah!

And the ask me why I write like this

Cut my life like this

Yeah!