Down to Die

[Intro]
Hey, listen up, man
See, I tried to play the nice route
I was very fuckin' humble up until this point
But I got news for you rappers
It's my throne

[Chorus]
And I'm down to die for what I believe in
Look deep in my eyes, discover a demon
And I'll never lie, too real, what I keep it
I bet you don't ride when the bullets start eatin'
I really don't fuck with no one for a reason
You think this shit sweet, then you really be tweakin'
Been goin' a week then go hard on the weekend
[?] your bitch has been cheatin'
Remembеr us creepin', lookin' for licks
Hopin' that somebody slippin'
But my homie died and I rеally do miss him
Until I get rich I'ma be on a mission
It's me against me, I don't need competition
I was another number to the system
Why are corrupt people comin' up missin'?
Yeah, I left home and I really don't miss it
'Cause I gotta beat the statistics

[Verse 1]
[?]
Big forty cal with a peep on the hip
Keep that for the people that peepin' or trip
And they know the aroma, the weed by the zip
Get a whole lotta gold that'll seed when you rich
Wait 'til you old and be all on your dick
But you already know how the game go, right?
I was really at the bottom
When them motherfuckers hittin' licks for the pesos, right?
We was on Harrison Street, I was homeless
And it was embarrassin' me, the supporter[?]
They looked in the mirror, no weed, went to prison
Nobody came there to see me
Stood, then the world was fearin' defeat
Wrote songs in my head, I was hearin' the beat (Hearin' the beat)
Feel like my motherfuckin' life in the limelight
Yeah, and everybody starin' at me (Come on)
And I don't like this Facebook, IG shit
But I do what I do for the fans
And the shit I did had to get to the bank
I ain't take no pictures to post on the Gram
This shit real
I know that you're used to the fabrication and exaggeration
Had to go get it
I ain't had no patience or procrastination [?]
And I'm down to die for what I believe in

[Chorus]
And I'm down to die for what I believe in
Look deep in my eyes, discover a demon
And I'll never lie, too real, what I keep it
I bet you don't ride when the bullets start eatin'
I really don't fuck with no one for a reason
You think this shit sweet, then you really be tweakin'
Been goin' a week then go hard on the weekend
[?] your bitch has been cheatin'
Remember us creepin', lookin' for licks
Hopin' that somebody slippin'
But my homie died and I really do miss him
Until I get rich I'ma be on a mission
It's me against me, I don't need competition
I was another number to the system
Why are corrupt people comin' up missin'?
Yeah, I left home and I really don't miss it
'Cause I gotta beat the statistics

[Verse 2]
They wanna test the skills
I'm the best high next to pills, bet the bills
Realest motherfucker that you met, for real
My desire inside it won't let me chill
I do not claim to be gangster, and
My hustle does not involve slangin' to basers
Bitch, I'm the boss while you askin' what days work
Lay in my bed and get head 'til their face hurts
I'm just tryna make knots
Whack rappers dyin' to take shots
I'm clearly a much better rapper than you
What the fuck makes you think that we up in the same box?
I ain't nothin' like the punks that you used to, bitch
I only do subs on the YouTube, bitch
No subliminal shots, I'ma shoot you, bitch
Spit politics and wear Gucci, bitch
Got a whole lotta gold and a whole lotta diamonds
A whole lotta flashy shit that I been buyin'
Anyone can kill theyself, who don't like it
I'm a stick of dynamite up in the mind, I'm ignited
I've been boomin' and movin' in silence
I ain't scared to go to war with a giant
A heart of a lion, my mind is too violent
You really think that I'm lyin', then try it

[Chorus]
And I'm down to die for what I believe in
Look deep in my eyes, discover a demon
And I'll never lie, too real, what I keep it
I bet you don't ride when the bullets start eatin'
I really don't fuck with no one for a reason
You think this shit sweet, then you really be tweakin'
Been goin' a week then go hard on the weekend
And now that I [?] your bitch has been cheatin'
Remember us creepin', lookin' for licks
Hopin' that somebody slippin'
But my homie died and I really do miss him
Until I get rich I'ma be on a mission
It's me against me, I don't need competition
I was another number to the system
Why are corrupt people comin' up missin'?
Yeah, I left home and I really don't miss it
'Cause I gotta beat the statistics