Do or Die

[Verse]
Hard to show that you some different i’m toting flames
And no I don’t influence the trippin unless he bang
They gave him life before he get to be a man
We overcame them type of obstacles hope they wasn't in vain
You gon waste your time not elevating with lames
I’m tryna touch them millis we playing a different game
10 milli watch me blow and get em stained
I was never scared of heights I was scared of making a change
And killers from my section showing range
I’m really popping them niggas got ill chance
A couple bitches I ain’t get to entertain
I guess I’m subject to the bullshit playing them lil games
He want to make a name you accept him for what he bang
He do it for the gang, guess we link from a different chain
For all my niggas slaying imma pay for scott with your name
Bitch i’m hella geeking my people know i’m in pain
Them streets I graduated them 38s turn the case
Robbing everyday i couldn’t make it minimum wage
Niggas never loved us so i’m turning a different page
Niggas never read anyways they getting played
I’m red mob you know my lifestyle really do or die
His casket ready, he keep asking for a suit and tie
It’s hard to trust you when you kick it with a group of lies
You tryna slide i’ll send my hooker up to end a prize
You better try some other necklace you ain’t gettin mine
And we the snakes that eat the snakes so we the different slime
They hit him 30-sum times wit hella different 9’s
I hear it’s money on my head i hope you niggas try
It be hard to keep it pushing when your niggas die
And free my monkeys doing time they swing from different vines
Them crackas on me for a murder you do different crimes
I’m still a father and son we throw up different signs
How many times them niggas stabbed you in yo back?
They try to do it twice they tried it i ain’t crack
Been in these trenches running laps
And since i started rap some niggas act like we a pact
Was never nun of that
When i was working on my act, you never blew a strap
Some niggas said they never liked us
We know you kinda lacked
Don’t even wanna rap no more, and get to fire back
Well I be sliding on this jack, i’m leaving tire tracks
From the murders is the mist, i picture dying that
Im finna shake the candlelight, them niggas crying at
My niggas crashing through the yekee
I told him find a strap
That’s why you ain’t killed nobody with it bitch
We finna buy it back on the gang