Mbk2 (Intro)

[Verse]
Look, lost so many people swear it fucked my mind up
In the streets you never know just when your time up
Every night I talk to god but he don't answer
Just wanna know why both my aunties died from cancer
I watched my mothers fade away and had a tantrum
You felt that pain when shit get real and it's your anthem
When I was down they all got ghost ain't talking phantom
If y'all was here soon I got rich y'all getting a mansion
Shit hurt me deep I won't forget everything they done for me
Had to get dirt up on my shoes so the streets they under me
Gotta get rich before I die just so my son can see
I'm just tryna be the man that I want my son to be
Been involved in so much shit gotta keep that gun with me
Take my life I'm gonna be gone they only make one of me
I just can't erase this fuck shit outta my head
So every time I open my eyes nigga I see red
Say it's war I don't gotta get high, I'mma slide right now I don't need no meds
You'll be killed, I ain't got no beef, every one of my opps they coming up dead
Got a new switch I put on that Glock, we slide with mopsticks and they got lead
Bitch I can't lack, even when I'm sleep I got that chopstick under my bed
I'm the one that stood on his ten and came out on top, fuck all that they said
Who you know would've gave out smoke to their own block? I ain't never been scared
Why you always running your mouth? I seen you outside and nigga you fled
I be right there, went in your house they think I won't step since I ain't got dreads
Nigga stop playing with me, most of these bitches be fans of me
Most of these niggas be paying a fee, fucked up, gotta take xans to sleep
Swear I remember the night when L'A died, man I was spraying for weeks
I made shit so hot 12 got on my ass, then I start playing it sweet
Cock back smoking shit, I don't want no tips, nigga we playing for keeps
Nigga I ain't really with that backdoor shit you know I'mma say if it's beef
If you wanna live then watch that tough shit that you saying to me
Niggas ain't satisfied 'til they mama crying they body lay in the street
Wait slow down let me take a breath, Goyard bag with that drake in there
TaySix gone blow if you make a step, young niggas shooting like Clay and Steph
Folks nem on his ass ain't getting no pass, he better go fake his death
Rap shit turning day ones into fans, this shit that I can't accept
Niggas must be off the shits or sum'n
I know money don't grow on trees but I still gotta get me some
You ain't know all these hoes gone go? You better go get you one
They gone cross you anyway they don't care about shit you done
I was out here tryna slide way 'fore that shit was fun
Tryna beef with me you might as well smoke yourself
I put Solo on his ass he gone for sure, got nailed
I told Feno give him face shots, we don't shoot below the belt
They took all my people from me, how you think I'm supposed to feel?
Bitches thirsty for a title but I won't let 'em hold the belt
Get a word they pop his top you know my soldiers deal
All the sneak dissing the reason a nigga get put on a shelf
Remember battling all of them rumors was left on my own ain't nobody could help
I had to fight that static
You wouldn't understand you ain't never seen shit like that happen
See a nigga I don't like? I'm shooting on sight no cappin'
Tear your block up broad day, late night we right back at it
When I'm geeked up off the X you know it might get tragic
I'm tryna score, no basket
Like applause we clappin', we gone do all that damage
Like Chief Keef it's crackin'
I'm in the A, I'm popping xannies and addies and perkies I'm blacking
I had to tote on the Glock with the stick soon as I hit the switch then it go automatic
That's what happen, yeah, that's what happen, shit get tragic