[Intro: Ramirez]
Ayy

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
I'm seeing nothing but them closed caskets in my dreams
I keep protected by my banger, paranoia running in my dreams
Everything ain't really what it fucking seems
Got me looking out my rearview mirror, losing all my self-esteem
But I'm a playa, fuck all them haters
Them pussy n***as tryna break us and take my paper
The game is fucking full of traitors, collaborators
You'll shake a hand and meet the razor, watch imitators
I'm always puffin' up my chest and standing on my toes
These streets is cold and I get down, that's how money fold
Quit all your bitching, leave that bullshit right up out the door
I come in geekin' through the front, kick it with Rami, ho
Now cock it back and give me space, this not your place
Why would I wait when I can take? What's in my way?
I'm on my time, so keep the pace, don't get left astray
You falling down and losing race, ain't nobody safe

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Peeling off the Chevy, dodgin' feds and race
I see the reaper reaching out, I made a close escape
These fucking suckers wanna put me in a early grave
They tryna see me take a fall, I'm falling down with grace
Just rip the halo off my head and fill me with lead
Leave me to take my final breath and lay me to rest
Send me a slug right trough my chest and I shall accept
The early invitation to my eternal bed
You can hear the streets are crying, it's calm and quiet
Everybody really frightened by the deadly silence
I'm feeling lost and need some guidance 'cause I'm in a crisis
I feel my mind just steady slipping and my body lifeless
'Cause I can hear my angel telling me that sometimes life can be filled with betrayal
Make sure that you watching who be eating at the table
You can shake a partner's hand, but that one could be fatal
Always keep your head up when this shit feeling too painful
[Verse 3: Pouya]
Not another day, don't need another worry
Why do I feel like the reaper is in a hurry
To take me to the other side?
I might put a 9 millimeter between my eyes, yeah
Baby Bone, I've been running game for a decade
Gettin' paid what I'm 'bout, true playa from the south
My Cadillac ain't breakin' down, me and Rami got this thing on lock
All I got is my brothers, my word and plastic Glock
Yeah, I be suffering, crying, hoping the pain stops
Took an Ativan, it made my brain rot
So sick and tired of the fame, take me back to the days
When I used to sleep on the couch and get faded
Yeah, I wanna change my route
Sometimes, I wish I never made it out
Wanna be easier, ducking out somewhere, no social media
Yeah, I been living, but I'm not breathing, I've been dealing with all my demons
Got in my head, I'm looking for a reason, yeah