CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : (Freestyle)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
These n***as hatin'
Sayin' I ain't from them streets
But I'm realer than them n***as that be in them streets
I'm totin' my heat
Facing defeat
Dead man walking
Head down through the rain 'cause I'm brainstorming, yeah
Killers tryna kill me
They don't know the real me
Rather kill my-f**kin'-self before a n***a kill me, or drill me
Killer bee, killed in this world, so
That's why I'm always killing
I'm too real, so real my n***a
I ain't sellin' out my soul for a deal my n***a
That ain't right
These n***as dying in the street life
Keep your head at your lap, these n***as shootin' at that red light
Damn, man that sh*t f**ked up
They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you up
It got me thinking how I'm 'post to charge
When n***as set you up just for a couple of bucks, yeah
They wanna see me dead, layin' in a coffin
My mama cryin', while the pastor talkin'
These b*t*hes on me dyin', keep on stalkin'
Praying to the lord, I do that sh*t on the often
Trials and tribulations that I'm facin' got me crazy
Smokin' Jamaican, yeah I'm spacin', 'cause my mind racin'
My eyes low just like an Asian, but the smoke Caucasian
I grill a n***a like some bacon if he try to flame me
Thundery thoughts of
Things I was taught of
Got a n***a lost 'cause
I can't be a boss, yeah
I just wanna be rich, f**k the fame homie
my n***a
And he switched up and changed on me
You put that fame on me, now that fame on you
And them holes in my brain I contain, homie (Homie)
I con-f**king-tain 'em
I'd rather pull the .30 out, and imma stain em
('Cause I'm fearless)
(B*t*h I'm fearless, yeah)
(B*t*h I'm fearless, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
These n***as hatin'
Sayin' I ain't from them streets
But I'm realer than them n***as that be in them streets
I'm totin' my heat
Facing defeat
Dead man walking
Head down through the rain 'cause I'm brainstorming, yeah
Killers tryna kill me
They don't know the real me
Rather kill my-f**kin'-self before a n***a kill me, or drill me
Killer bee, killed in this world, so
That's why I'm always killing
I'm too real, so real my n***a
I ain't sellin' out my soul for a deal my n***a
That ain't right
These n***as dying in the street life
Keep your head at your lap, these n***as shootin' at that red light
Damn, man that sh*t f**ked up
They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you up
It got me thinking how I'm 'post to charge
When n***as set you up just for a couple of bucks, yeah
They wanna see me dead, layin' in a coffin
My mama cryin', while the pastor talkin'
These b*t*hes on me dyin', keep on stalkin'
Praying to the lord, I do that sh*t on the often
Trials and tribulations that I'm facin' got me crazy
Smokin' Jamaican, yeah I'm spacin', 'cause my mind racin'
My eyes low just like an Asian, but the smoke Caucasian
I grill a n***a like some bacon if he try to flame me
Thundery thoughts of
Things I was taught of
Got a n***a lost 'cause
I can't be a boss, yeah
I just wanna be rich, f**k the fame homie
my n***a
And he switched up and changed on me
You put that fame on me, now that fame on you
And them holes in my brain I contain, homie (Homie)
I con-f**king-tain 'em
I'd rather pull the .30 out, and imma stain em
('Cause I'm fearless)
(B*t*h I'm fearless, yeah)
(B*t*h I'm fearless, yeah)
