Kick me wen im down Cuz i be fucking it up Im doing way too much I be damned that aint enough I was right there wit ya I was the grip in the clutch If u had to give a desrciption Naw he dont give a fuck Way b4 i had bands We was just jam I was ya manz and them Street shit be calling I risk it all I gotta answer them I still start my day wit a prayer Cuz niggas be looking at they bitches staring But its whole lot that come wit dont care Life 40’s pull up a chair True stories im wat u hear And all of a sudden ya vison impaired A 2nd chance collision repair But tension thick as shit in the air Im cakedvup up by the layer Yo bitch understood she a yea yea yea yea