歌词
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
Yo, Ayo
I was in a rage when my feelings died, but it keep my heart sore
Say, "I'm still okay", when I'm feeling bad, you can see I'm not sure
Stuck in a dark phase tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for
Know my hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war
This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, that's what I keep in my drawer
Clappin' shit for days, and we're spinnin' back, we need an encore
Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (Lawn mowers)
I hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the Raq with goblins
They cut throat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm nodding
That feeling when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit
Gang with me in Cali' mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen
My opps gotta be gay when they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet
Speedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it
I knew that nigga was broke when he talkin' 'bout money, but it don't come out his pockets
They tryna play me close 'cause they want some from me, everybody so out of options
Fell in love these pills, I'm chewin' up, every time I come down, I'm bootin' up
None, but dicks just sittin' on a tour bus, me, and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us
****, I look like scared of you doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock 22, it's tucked
Like Steph, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression, but you was tough
We ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique
I'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you weren't sick
I keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on that Dynamic Duo list
I tried to take his soul but I missed, as long as you know, I'ma shoot my stick
I was in a rage when my feelings died, but it keep my heart sore
Say, "I'm still okay", when I'm feeling bad, you can see I'm not sure
Stuck in a dark phase tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for
Know my hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more
Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war
This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, that's what I keep in my drawer
Clappin' shit for days, and we're spinnin' back, we need an encore
Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (Lawn mowers)