You Choose

[Intro]

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

I— (Dmac on the fuckin' track)

I don't know, I just swear I ain't the bad boy

People be thinkin' I'm stupid, they be tryna play me, like I'm crazy, and that shit, that just make me go crazy (Baow), huh

Caskets in my home like I'm prepared for the dean, huh (Gang, nigga, oh)

YoungBoy make code red, now these niggas scared (You already know how I get down)

Pussy can't hold his tonsils so my mama say leave him dead (We gon' wave him, uh, uh, we gon' wave him)

All this motherfuckin' money got a nigga stressed out (Fuck you, fuck that)

Life been on fed

[Chorus]

Life been on thе line since, I came out thе womb

Expressin' my anger, I feel like I'm dumb

I don't like when I rest

When I sleep, it be mercy

I ain't flying commercial 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)

Steady droppin' them bodies, 'til I'm in the dirt, 'til a young nigga funeral cover the news

Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt, but I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)

[Verse]

Show 'em how to make a move off the back, boy

Labels takin' interest in a nigga and then backdoor it

Talkin' to them killers through the window, I'ma wreck yours

Real-made-nigga handle business, never set for it

Made for to come out the star, I was set for it, I guess to be used

All the bullshit you was with, I was there for it, who really the fool?

I'm takin' off

Hurtin' behind your love, I'm fucked up, but cannot fall

These hoes, they gon' be hoes

These niggas, I can't trust at all (Ooh)

All my feelings numb, I'm on drugs, until I fall

I just won't get over y'all and that's all (Ooh)

I took off, left my heart in the streets

They used to call me a leech, I ran it up

They still ain't genuine or nothin'

They are not loyal to me, fuck if they get touched

Before I fly private, I stretch out my options, and hop on a bus

Lot of friends I don't know about

Bitch, you a snake, not the kind I could trust (Ooh)

I be checkin' my roundabouts, see I'm in trouble, I let the stick bust

Where he be, we be findin' out

Bitch, ain't no coppin' out, leave him for dust

I know you ain't shit, you gon' fuck on whoever you feel you could trust

So, I'm not beefin' 'bout these hoes

You can keep her, and don't let her go

[Chorus]

Life been on the line since, I came out the womb

Expressin' my anger I feel like I'm dumb

I don't like when I rest

When I sleep, it be mercy

I ain't flying commercial 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)

Steady droppin' them bodies, 'til I'm in the dirt, 'til a young nigga funeral cover the news

Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt, but I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)