Clutchin

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm clutchin'
Don't stop, 'til my fuckin' casket drop
Yeah, nigga, I'm clutchin'
Hand on the automatic Russian
Yo, check
Yo, ayo

[Verse 1]
From the city where Bishop is your best friend (Watch out)
Donnie Brasco be the cuttie you serve on the West End (Damn)
Watch yourself; keep hollows in a Glock for niggas with a boxing belt (Uh-huh)
Rather you than me and it was nothing that my conscience felt (Bao!)
Keep your conversations short, I just want the wealth (Shut the fuck up)
In lump sum; gettin' it was the conundrum (Had to figure it out)
'Til I met a plug and found out where the work come from (Uh-huh)
Wise beyond my years, caught charges when I was young, dumb (Damn)
Deaf and blind; the god turned seven to a twenty-five (What else?)
Add three more extra, did that like eighty-seven times (Uh-huh)
This is way before I had a record pressed in mind (Facts)
I say all that to say: I been had relentless grind (I did)
My right hand doin' time, he got a couple left (Free Drummer)
He come home, like Emory Jones, we in the upper deck (Uh-huh)
Gettin' paid to rap is still a lifestyle of sudden death (It is)
Rappin' is a dangerous career, so I clutch the TEC (Ha)

[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord protect my soul, 'cause I know it's snakes surroundin' me
I can't see 'em but I know they near
They disguised as my homies and these hoes that's tryna fuck me bare
I stay lethal, I don't really trust people
They mislead you; my lifestyle's still illegal
I met a fallen angel, he told me money was evil
As he passed me a hundred for a bundle of diesel

[Verse 2]
Ayo, the richer and richer you get, the more you gotta watch (Gotta watch these niggas)
A nigga that look like you try and kill you for your spot (Fuck outta here)
It's crazy; I am what my lifestyle made me (Uh-huh)
Standoffish, more cautious, still lawless and shady
'Cause I seen a head open up from results of a 80 (Blaow!)
Lil' niggas dyin' young, and they ain't have no babies
No legacy, just a Gucci belt and a old gat
Tag your name in a jail cell, you bound to go back (Facts)
I made "Street Farmacy", I was facin' a four-flat (It ain't shit)
My art is a reflection of my life in song format (Uh-huh)
Audio-biography, livin' life with no apologies
Them other dudes ain't no competition, I'm not intrigued (That's facts)
Plenty tricks up my Stone Island sleeve
That I acquired moonwalkin' through the fire in my city streets (Uh)
Chasin' money 'cause it's much to get (Yeah)
They say rappin' is a dangerous career so I clutch the TEC (Bla! Bla!)

[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord protect my soul 'cause I know it's snakes surroundin' me
I can't see 'em but I know they near
They disguised as my homies and these hoes that's tryna fuck me bare
I stay lethal, I don't really trust people
They mislead you; my lifestyle's still illegal
I met a fallen angel, he told me money was evil
As he passed me a hundred for a bundle of diesel

[Outro]
I promise you