Too Deep (V2)

[Chorus]

'fore i got too deep in that water, i see why my momma won't let me jump

I see my cousin'n'em tryna go run up a bag, i used to say let me come

Why you think i was backseat in the car lil nigga, i was tryna go catch me one

Kill or die for respect, we leave shit a mess, this shit for the set we from

I got a son at home, i ain't going for none, better bring your best, we bump

Can't let a bitch ass nigga ever feel like he won, out saying he left me slumped

We the ones making noise up on our side, pussy we don't step we stomp

Keep his hand on me, i know god trying, all the shit he protect me from

[Verse]

'lot of shit i been noticing now that i'm older

Still rolling with all of my vultures

If i tell you bout half the shit that i seen, you wouldn't believe what i told ya

Bae just be here for me, please don't add to the weight that i got on my shoulders

How lil bro ever feel, like it ain't no love, spent a whole 100 racks on a rover

Mood swings when i'm hot and i'm sober, yes indeed i'll die for my soldiers

Sending G's to the sky for my cobras, in LA where everything cozy

Heart bleed, in the raq i'm colder, care sees drop ec in my soda

I can teach you how to ball, i told ya, pop out dump on him, he on a poster

I was ten toes frontline, it was dark outside, mama told me, don't play with them killers

We done spilled so much blood, they say that we're evil, i hate how they're painting the picture

I used to tote a lil' Wesson and dance 'bout the trigger, i couldn't wait to face me a nigga

'Fore you be scared of the seed, it's chuckie be scared of, lil' Grouchy you play then he get ya

Hold on i ain't did this shit in a minute, no phone, mask on we spinning

I know this shit gon' sound fucked up, but i hope the lord with me when i'm bending

Really caught opps, made niggas bitch up, bet he gon hit the net, still say that he didn't

Member days used to pray we was winning, now i can't stop and it's rakes till we finish

I get rich or die trying, wanted dead by many men

Hit his top, wrap his head like a Indian

Too-tone Glock, dark and light like on Vivian

Ever been chased by a demon insidious

Shit get worse that ugliest hideous

Yeah i'm one of the reasons the city lit

Turn up on any nigga or any bitch

Adding digits and commas, i'm really rich

I'm 4trey where it's purgers and robbers, known from that block like Serge Ibaka

I better pray that his mamma don't cry, when a nigga get left on the curb they holler

Ball NBA with my Glocks to the sky, just point or i'm giving the word to my shottas

Have him waiting on word from the doctor, 762's gon burst from the chopper

He be merching and lying on niggas, when they was alive, didn't know he exist

I done really take losses for real, i seen niggas take L's, and cry like a bitch

Man this shit come with death or jail, and pussy and money, thats all that you get

Like before we all hopped in them cars, had a 38 revolver to walk on a lick

Them shorties they all wanna hear me, was doers and send me, some sliding it weren't no switch

Had to refresh your memory, please not just try to fladge, like you weren't on dick

Yeah i can truly admit, before all the rapping and bars, i weren't on shit

Failing in science and chemistry, still good at mixing the lean, was pouring up tris

We catching B's for B, lil bro gon' put on a ski, get close on the vic

Timmy like Need For Speed, and Chuckie gon' bounce out the V, when he on a hit, yeah

And the police they tryna connect me to these homicides, i weren't even there

'fore i tell them a secret or story bout any of mines, just give me the chair

Don't play both sides, ain't shit to compare, drop lo slide and finish him there

You would think we was some barbers, the way it was chalk outlines, and clips in his hair

Hopped out both sides, this shit weren't fair, do his afro fried in critical care

Smoking on gas, thats him in the air

Puff puff pass, thats him in the air (Bitch)

[Chorus]

'fore i got too deep in that water, i see why my momma won't let me jump

I see my cousin'n'em tryna go run up a bag, i used to say let me come

Why you think i was backseat in the car lil nigga, i was tryna go catch me one

Kill or die for respect, we leave shit a mess, this shit for the set we from

I got a son at home, i ain't going for none, better bring your best, we bump

Can't let a bitch ass nigga ever feel like he won, out saying he left me slumped

We the ones making noise up on our side, pussy we don't step we stomp

Keep his hand on me, i know god trying, all the shit he protect me from