[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
In the back of my mind I'm Crunchy Black
Mouth full of gold like Project Pat
Slide through the hood with the glick in my lap
Tried to walk out the trap but they calling me back
Shoot the shit out your block and I'm doubling back
Them boys tried to tell you 'bout fucking with Pap'
He say he can cook crack, but I'm knowing it's cap
Paranoid, keep a shooter to watch my back
If I ain't had Perc's woulda hung myself
Put the stick to my head and shot myself
Sometimes I feel like I don't even got myself
Gotta sit in the mirror just to watch myself
They ain't teach me shit, I taught myself
When I was alone in that cell I fought myself
I was slipping and falling and caught myself
Seen a bunch of darkness whеn I called for help
I get high as fuck likе Juicy J, I'm a dirty-ass nigga like DJ Paul
You better not trust Papi at all
Do anything in the world to see my dawg
I up that stick, break a nigga jaw
Kick in the trap, take it all
Icy cuban on your neck, nigga, take it off
I'm better with selling dope, but I was good at ball
They always said "If you need me then call"
So why when I did, you ain't answer at all?
Sent you a text, let you know it was me
You ain't even pick up when the call was free
They say I act just like my daddy, the apple don't fall too far from the tree
I'm slithery as slithery can be
5.56 like Bruce Lee
My bitch from the gutter like La Chat
She told me, no matter what, she got my back
Remember laying on the ground, bleeding out my back
Momma visited me once, never came back
Pounds coulda left a nigga, but he doubled back
I'm here breathing today, I thank you for that
Bunch of crackers in my face, I won't talk for shit
Nigga, I'm tryna figure out if I'ma walk again
I was a gangster when them crackers brought me in, I'm a gangster on my own when I'm walking out
Spun the block on a nigga and walked him down
It ain't 'bout money, what the fuck you wan' talk about?
It's crackers parked three vans up the street, I know damn well they watching my house
I use the back door when I'm going in and out
Momma tried to tell me, she think I should move south
My daddy said "If you run, that make you a coward"
Remember he used to black on my momma for hours
Said he ain't want me growing up like no bitch, realest conversation me and momma had
She don't like me 'cause she don't like my dad
I'd give any amount of money to bring her back
I can stunt sometimes, don't even feel good
Seen three murders back-to-back, and I'm still good
Cry about it like a bitch, sometimes I do
Pop a Percocet to help deal with my mood
Where would I be if it wasn't for you?
I'm sippin' on Wock' like DJ Screw
We was raised in the streets, ain't no nigga father us
We shoot first, so don't bother us
I push a button and start it up
Walking with the reaper, Three 6 Mafia
