uh yeah yeah call it how it is accordin to the facts if rap was prison our shit would be the supermax no sunshine just dark skies nothin but dark thoughts goin through my mind i got bad blood mad love only for the team though everyone one of us is the shooter now where the beef go i ain t seen none of these niggas and we out here wanna be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth yeah oh my god we could not be fucked with real shit look at our life all in the public we under the microscope they all watchin us we have no choice but to keep it trill they sizin us and if they wasn t god always pay attention don t he i couldn t live with myself bein phony look if life was a game then i guess we winnin cause this life we made for ourselves is bitchin uh didn t want to do it but the voices tug and pullin on my eardrums something that i knew i shouldn t got me wildin with the ratchet out like shit is legal lookin for a victim put em in the fetal fuck is going on when it s on i know it s on but shit not really poppin and i m lookin for a war lookin out my window pointin shit at police to make matters worse i m sippin on some oe shit got me buzzin i m already buggin though with mad other bottles that i drank about a month ago fuck is on my mind i m feelin bipolar plus paranoid lookin over both shoulders i woke up with blood on my hands fuck i do this time now a nigga scared fuck i ll probably get the fuckin chair grab my fuckin gun a few clothes son i m outta here1
['east coast hip hop', 'gangster rap', 'hardcore hip hop', 'hip hop', 'queens hip hop', 'rap']