I'm tired of this, matter of fact I'm done talking, hit him bitch, trust me, be Chewbacca Don't you ever f*** with us or anyone we love Yeah, yeah, yeah Could you not do that? Aye, look F*** the system, listen to the rhythm N****s keep buggin', might as well just cop a pistol N****s keep hatin', might as well just cop a pistol Shootin' at the stars and I'm hopin' that I don't miss em F*** my peers, I don't miss em All the bitches I dated, now I don't miss em I mean, look at the bitches that I be fishin' Got her down on her knees, assumin' that she's a Christian Uh, palms itchin', these bars I'm spittin' Flow so sick, but it's all not written Ain't got the time to be givin' you my attention Me and Bryce Figgins be cookin' inside the kitchen Be cookin' inside the kitchen, yeah Be cookin' inside the kitchen For real, yeah First I had a cop or two, a f***er was a fool When I threw the body where they thought that it was cool Then I took it back to school, *** I had to show my n****s Had to school my n****s, f***in' show them what it do Aye, shawty what it do, shawty what it do Aye, yeah, I know you like me, well let's take it to the room Aye, yo n***a pass the Xan, let me down with that Kool-Aid These n****s claim they hot, but they claim they don't do it They hatin' on my songs, they hatin' on my mind They hatin' on my mind, ***, they hatin' on my pops Aye, click, clack, clack, that's a motherf***in' gun I said, f*** with me, yeah, you f***in' with the one Aye, let me roll a blunt, let me smoke a blunt While I reminisce about these pussies and these punks When I come outside, you better f***in' run I said, Bryce Figgins, yeah, the season has begun Landed in 97, no parachute Landed in Durban, then my family moved Started a life right in the city of gold Now I'm aiming for gold, and I'm about to shoot Yeah, I'm about to shoot, figures bout to get a coupe This a scoop, while my mama gotta make it on the news For the body bags I leave when I rip n****s to pieces Yeah, I pray you look for Jesus Back to me as a kid, I was probably six Bumpin' Tupac and Big inside my living room Never felt more alive in my living room Thank you for giving life to my living room Watching MTV, my APC Full of energy and empty dreams Then I started to notice how n****s selling them dreams My n***a, you gotta push, save that sh** for the teams Save that sh** for the people who got the time Got a piece that shine and make you blind Growing up, all I wanted was a mic Then I got it on my wrist, alright Got it tatted, now it's always by my side Till I'm dead, it was part of my life, said Growing up, all I wanted was a mic Then I got it on my wrist, alright Got it tatted, now it's always by my side Till I'm dead, it was part of my life, n***a Yeah, I'm alive Yeah, yeah, I'm alive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm alive, n***a I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive Yeah Word N****s be trippin' these days, man, sh** Talkin' a whole lot of bullsh** these days too, man Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah I was so little that we gon' make my problems go away But every time I smoke, they never see me to fade away My n****s are sayin' that it's the pain that makes a man But I be lookin' at my scars and bruises like, Goddamn, my n***a, I been through way too much sh** I'm talkin' real sh**, I'm talkin' 2Pac sh** And my momma always told me, don't you do that, kid But period, period, sh** got me bad, so I did that sh** Got myself a tattoo, my mom's against that sh** But all I do is walk proud and I embrace that sh** This is really who I am, I ain't gon' change that sh** And my parents lookin' at me, Nah, lil' son, you changed too quick Damn, lil' son, you changed too quick Damn, lil' son, you changed too quick What's next? N***a, he blew up too quick