It’s like a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind
This shit be real, man
Shit’s crazy out here
Yo, yo, what up y’all?
That’s my niggas over there, word
If you scared to take chances, you’ll never have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot
Then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna cock it and pop it, his waistband big
But he don’t have that thing in him, slanging just ain’t in him
Body language is off, he’s soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin'
Fronting, ‘cause he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga looking lame with the milli
Who that over there creeping? Who homie by the tree?
Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in Hell before they creep on me
It’s a lesson every premonition
Lot of niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t paying attention; listen
I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that’s fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn, my nigga trust, I can never get enough
A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more
It’s been so long; can’t remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, ‘cause guns went off
I see your Moms, she still speak
She don’t know I ain’t cool with her son no more
It’s old shit, see forever we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs
We buried our dead, been years
Why should I worry bout him?
Constantly watching my back, plus niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I’m in the right, ‘cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?
It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas’ names
I wonder, will it change? Let’s ride…
It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down, little man, let me school you in hood business
Seen a lot of niggas blow, lot of dreams folded
Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain’t too much left to buy, bought it
I’m loaded I guess, Lear jets
I ask myself, do I need love or success?
They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best
‘Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve: pain pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to geriatric
Trust your own judgment, live with it and love it