Life’s On The Line

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
'Cause I don't like ya'll anyway
Man, I don't like ya'll anyway
Fuck all ya'll

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk
For me
My gat talk for me, grrraahh, what up
Homie?
Them n***** who don't know me, they
Wanna blow me
'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a
Lot for me

I came in the rap humble, I don't give a
Fuck now
I'll serve anybody like n***** who hustle
Uptown
Coke prices go up, capsules come down
The D's run in they crib, they nowhere to
Be found
Ni***** who hustle for heat, nah they
Don't even stash tracks
They keep 'em on 'em, right there
In they ass crack
When I don't like bitches, nah gator
Don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your
Fucking head like a Hindu

Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get used
To me
OGs look at me and see I'm what they
Used to be
I know n***** that sold coke, the n*****
That sold dope
Same n***** that shot dice, went broke
Then sold soap
The thug's that pop shit, the thug's that
Pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half
To a whole brick
Bitches ain't in his right mind going
Against me
My pictures painted through words, I
Make a blind bitch see

Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda," fuck around and leave you
"Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda, murda," your life's on the line

Ya'll bitches don't want no parts of me
You tryna figure out how they started
Me
You gon' make me catch you on a late
Night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in
The six

I'm not a marksman while spark, that
N**** spray random
I don't fuck with pretty boys, but his
Moms think's he's handsome
I hate to hear that 'he say, she say' shit
Unless she say he said he on my clit
It's no coincidence bitches who fuck
With me getting shot up
Straight Cali style, drive by and tear
Your whole block up
You know you soft bitch, putting up a
Crazy front
Stay with the MAC ' cause them niggas
Tried to blaze 'em up