Quarantine Tales

Part 1

[Intro]
Right
It's like my soul get calm when the mic cut on
My type shit right here
Make Sure You Kill Me

[Verse]
Paranoia got me wakin' up clutchin' a .40
All this weed just got me high, it do nothin' else for me
All those bitches and these texts like they fuckin' adore me
And funny vibes in her eyes, ain't fuckin' with shorty
Just been convos with me and me, been stuck in my fuckin' head
Hide the hurt behind the clout and baddies in my fuckin' bed
And flyin' out to Johnny Dang, lil' purchase, nothin' big
Pop died, I'm clutchin' lead
Smoke 'em in they fuckin' head
Stopped past Mommy house, layin' in my mother's bed
She know when her baby trippin', hold me, ain't nothin' said
Rest in peace who didn't live
Free the ones who sit and live
Thinkin' 'fore I answer to my child, she been inquisitive
Wanna change the view, change the angle
You only s'posed to pull it if they make you
Know your worth or you're only worth what they pay you
Don't let 'em tag you with labels, nobody livin' is stable
Just thankful Mama was able for cable, food on the table
Thank you, I hate when I give and they don't say thank you
Like, what if all I had is what I gave you?
Them stitches had to start from the naval
Was damn near fatal
I'm alive 'cause God only call his angels, it's crazy
Bitch wanna know why she don't get play from me
Fuck what you say to me
It's about the shit you keep away from me
Hot girl summer ain't no place for me
And the pussy good but you don't pray for me
Came from a wasteland
Prosecutor tryna make the case land
State tans got my head spinnin', I don't breakdance
Blood in my palms, can't shake hands
Lately I been makin' more enemies than I made friends
Ex shoulda trip, had a bitch
Found herself then she dipped
Heard she went to Atlanta to be a nurse but she strip
Baby, I know you gotta do your dirt for the chips
But it is what it is, it ain't mine it ain't his
Watch these niggas, your brother could be a fizz
Disloyal how you live
I flush a half bird and hit the crib
My ex tried to flex on the 'Gram, told her "stop it"
You ran to your ex I see, but I'm toxic?
Me and Gray, all black in school, wasn't gothic
I didn't do my work but loved the projects
Russie with the triple dub, Harden with the side step
Gave Cuz forever though, infinity time left
New plug, price low, said he down to talk to me
Dosed off countin' 80 thousand, it was all twenties
Shot him then he dropped, had excitement from the fall, gave me
Reason to answer them dark demons when they callin' me
Bottle it up, they out of stock but they got 'em for us
He still breathin', you ain't shot him enough
It's gang code, I need honorary trust
I still don't talk to my father enough
I still don't talk to Alana enough
Profit would be left after the fee
Charge a killing but he dropped 'cause it's me
A man of my word, I bought three 'cause G respect G
Make Gray rob him if want it to be free
He took a 25, who the fuck told him plea?
New case, wish he never hopped up in the V
I know niggas balled up together from the bottom
He made a quarter million with the nigga then he lined him
Hear helicopter sirens, been tryna move the package
Whatever, just make it happen, no job 'cause if is jagged
Plus he beefin' with savage who want his cabbage
His running-mate ratted
Caught his mama sniffin' then he stopped trappin'
Regrets and apologies
Old kills, spirits still follow me
I'm probably never gon' make it where I gotta be
Long as Newark proud of me
Them bullets still inside of me
Them prices on the arm, you really plantin' for the quality
We roll around, Cuz hit my phone, need to hold a pound
Baby Cuz died 'cause we told him bang, hold it down
Caught a shootin' case, Mama visit with a open frown
Hospital bed had her cryin' like, "It's over now?"
Gained bread, more bread, dabble in some bitches
Call Joe, "I got some aliens, they different."
Lookin' at my stomach, nigga, wishin' I don't end up with the fishes
Know some devils but my grandmama Christian
Ain't no televisions, we is livin' in color
Seen a nigga get his soul lift middle of summer
Heard it was a confidential, nigga mentioned the gunner
What if somebody do my daughter like I did to her mother?
Nigga gotta chill
Think I changed first time I caught a kill
Lost screws nailin' niggas on them drills
Sold a lil' weed, a lil' coke, a lil' pills
Steal a sack, catch a bullet run it back through the field
Ridin' long as we got wheels
I touch my bullet hole, get the chills
It ain't over nigga, demons on your heels
Wasn't like the Cosby's, never had a bill
Pull up to D airin', I'm just prayin' buddy heal
Threesomes out in Washington, bitches know the deal
It's like I'm really poppin' on my cousin Brad Beal
Nigga too cold
I'm just tryna long ball like Manute Bol
Separate the bag from the fool's gold
Hi-Point jam, we don't shoot those
Quiet when the truth told
Case won, couple technicalities and loopholes
Took a trip, I ain't pack a bag, bought some new clothes
Pool side, me and [?] eatin' fruit bowls
'Bout to rain, push a button, make the roof close
Talkin' 'bout "he drippy," nigga son need school clothes
I don't know how these niggas dancin'
Mommy still ain't got a mansion
If you up, prepare for landin', right?
'Cause even the greatest they gotta make a drop
Time can't make it stop
Cheese made 'em change, nigga ate the block
Me I'm tryna eat, you want a plate or not?
Chasin' somethin' fancy 'round the telly like Jamie Foxx
Bloodshot eyes, we don't do no cop ties
Chemist in the kitchen, certain mixes make the pot rise
Gang block, no you can not sell it if it's not ours
Grandma ask, "How you think you made it if it's not God?"
Guess I'm wrong 'cause I want 'em all hit
I just shut up 'fore I say the wrong shit

Part 2

[Intro]
This the life, that's all—
I knew it was somethin' missin'
Gang! (Gang!)

[Verse 1]
Drug dealers, gang bangers, hood bitches strippin'
Bands bustin' out the pants, jeans barely fit him
Keep a watch for the Rollie
Coppers tryna patrol me
Last bitch, she a oldie
Lil' homies in stolies
Trappin' in Givenchy, trappin' in Givenchy
The feds squeezin' on the hood, prayin' they don't pinch me
Fuckin' on a bitch from the Bahamas
I spent three bands on my piranhas
Gotta wonder how she found us
Opps sent the bitch, she tryna line us
We send her back home in her pajamas
Ten bands casually with sweats on
Plug said shoes off at the door, wasn't stepped on
Balenciaga socks, sneakers matchin' with the teflon
Carry least 30 case I gotta get my chef on
Gotta put the set on
Group of friends from out of town, all eaters too
Was shockin' niggas since a kid, word to Pikachu
Point to point, but I'll drop if you coppin' a few
Your man a rat and you don't know it, be coppin' a few

[Refrain]
Grandma said somethin' feel funny, she could feel it
Probably 'cause I'm hangin' with these killers
('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers)
('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers)
('Cause I'm hangin' with these killers)
('Cause I'm hangin' with these, with these, with these—)

[Verse 2]
Paranoia, I ain't sleepin', demons in my head
Cut some suckers out my circle, all my friends dead
Beef, we skin the cattle
Snake, you hear him rattle
The killer only 18, mix some lean with Snapple
New bitches, old indictment, same Jewish rep
She 21 and she a savage, pull through for neck
It be choppers and skullies
Niggas lyin', don't love me
Her father heard that I'm a goon, her mama wanna fuck me
Niggas slidin' with purpose
We supplyin' with hearses
Don't go to church, I know the preacher be buyin' and purchase
Trappin' in designer, trappin' in designer
I seen a road dog turn into a anaconda
All the faces blue
Cold cells, hate it too
Cuz bust cars like wells, but a chase'll do
Body, that's a TD
Pop up like we 3D
And I don't like rappers, I don't wanna hear your CD

[Refrain]
Grandma said somethin' feel funny, she could feel it
Probably 'cause I'm hangin' with these killers