Spending my time many nights on a drink in a fight and i can't get right in my head, taking me a mic and a pen cuz i might get it in if i want but i know I can't write. But i keep it up cuz you know i jam right, talking your shit I don't give a damn aight. I know we don't get along but I keep a friend by, telling me stand strong when they trynna make lies. See me at the store with a bag of some dope and I know they want smoke gotta stay from the drama, i don't really know what is up with the niggas trynna pop for no reason gotta keep me a llama. 12 stay checking ever corner of the hood making sure its all good if not then they ready, gotta stay silent when walking with the heavy got cuffs on the side and a taser for your belly. Let me be real bruh man don't try to kill for no damn reason if so get to leaving, heads up though evidence the next weekend found on the scene my nigga left leaking.