[Intro]

Everybody say the same thing

"He looks like a baby, he looks like a baby"

Until they stick a gun in your face

Run that shit, nigga, fuckin' he'

A majority of these crimes are being committed by gang members

According to investigators, there are more than a hundred and thirty-five gangs in Atlanta

Increasing teens, arming themselves, and getting a gun is just the first step

Yo, GRIP

Try do this in one take, uh



[Verse]

My heads low, I need that shit tenfold

The same shit I pray for be shit that I sin for

So playin' Nintendo, while pistols crescendo

Them nigga bustin', stay away from the window

Fuck one-on-one, niggas aim at your temple

That's run-and-gun, can you play at that tempo?

Was young and dumb, plus we faded a little

Got uncles gun, and it's plated with nickel

I'm in war with myself, but I'm nice and calm

Still up writin' 'til the crack of dawn

Tryna get some racks in these ashy palms

Maybe then I can get some cash for moms

'cause Lord knows she needs it

The raps is cold, yeah the flow anemic

As far as my hood go, I throw it up every chance I get, but I'm no bulimic

Paint this picture with a stroke of genius, woke the demons up just to exercise

I'm tryna stretch it though, I need a plate with some extra sides

Pester and get sprayed like a pesticide

And won't nobody testify (Huh), damn, I can attest to that

My ex never gave me the time of day, but now that I got next, she be texting back

Let's address the facts, I'm bringing death to tracks

I should hit the studio dressed in black

I been cookin' up like the chef from scratch

And this shit crack, you can test the batch

And nah, I ain't sayin' I'm the best at rap

I just really ain't impressed with cats

I treat the concrete like a wrestling mat

Then slam a nigga on his neck 'til it sound like a pretzel snapped

I bet that'll make em' lay down

Stay down, run up, get done up

Hand get to feelin' like nunchucks

Dumbfuck got his front struck with a gun

But your last shit sucked, it belonged in a dump truck

Tellin' other homies you finally got one (I finally got one)

I asked for him to cover, then tossed the disses, shot the bitch out the air with a shotgun

Niggas love to claim where they not from

And lil' niggas itchin' just to pop some

I may be a lot of things but I'm not dumb

Uhh, at least not 'til the cops come

My whole life I done been in limbo

Really can't afford to let a limb drag (Hmm)

Shit as far as the pen go

I'm in a different world, word to Sinbad

(I hate the streets to the A and Y bodies?)

I need a Lisa Bonet to ride, shawty

I need a piece of the cake, a crib, a keys to the rave

And if you bein' away, you die probably

Every molecule I'm fallin' for are diabolical

I'm volatile, body you even if we're biological

I died, I went to hell, I put the devil in the torture rap

Forcin' the force over the forest and it's comin' back

Now here I am, roll a bleezy [?]

Prepare the noise, shit I got, nigga, porch-swag

Shit is gettin' too easy, I stay bored

Snubnose on the way, nigga, wait for it

Wait for it, wait for it

Snubnose on the way, nigga, wait for it

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, hol' up (Uh)

Lay down, stay down, run up, get done up

Hand get to feelin' like nunchucks

Dumbfuck got his front struck with a gun

But I'm one up, I'm two up, I'm three up, I'm four up

Twenty-nineteen is the year that I blow up

But none of y'all said it

But I really meant that shit

I'm like a convict, I'm servin' sentences

I caught a charge, I was bodyin' instruments

Y'all as my witnesses, polished with penmanship

I got no friends in this, I don't pretend it shit

Spit like extended clip, right at your syndicate

Hope they got benefits, I been legit since a jit

Try use the pen to get rich

Since the '90s I been with this shits

We went from boys to men with them sticks