Black-lipped bastard destined to be a bastard Crip But I passed on it to make classic hits I pray I'm forgiven for not being down Or puttin' the work in that certain niggas did Reason behind their service in the pen Partially why I don't write, I just pull it out the wind Sometimes I can't sleep at night I be thinkin' 'bout my friends, know they up to no good It's all bad... I seen the yellow tape at Dale's and almost had a heart attack You never know with this shit, I don't understand Kids carry canons on Instagram But cryin' when the cuffs're on their hands It's out my hands... It's two sides to every story And I ain't a judge or signed up for jury duty My youth was stolen moving too quick, it's sick though 'Cause Vince know what I know now, when I'm 26 We still movin' further, hope my seeds grow to be trees And not just bushes... Can I live without killin' y'all? Please... Can I live without killin' y'all? Please... Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without... Call the gang unit they know the game, foolie I truly was built for this shit, I'm in the rain coolin' Right by where the enemies live... You know you can kill a giant with a lucky shot... Aim for the head when you fuck with God Jehova I'll hopefully be speakin' the code of the beat Snitch and we domin' your niece Homies be cold as police Mama had told us as kids never to shit where you eat And I got a clip for the heat 357, I think I'm itchy, dawg Niggas know I'm 6'5 'til I'm 6 feet Under, where they took us? Undercovers parked on Orizaba Dogs up in the yard of the abandoned where we hide the choppers I couldn't hide from the karma, you see it followed me Fuck it get it crackin' in public, these niggas rap for the fashion They want the mansions, they puppets A puppet master'll bust in that chamber talkin' 'bout muzzle... [Hook]