[Hook]
My life's like a movie and it's uncut
Certain man I cut I can't uncut
Do this for the dons who feel unloved
Grinding through the night until the sun's up

[Verse 1]
And I don't carry feelings
I carry guns, carry knives, carry nunchucks
You can carry bleedings
You can carry stab wounds, gunshots, gun bucks
And I've been stabbed up, shot at and rushed couple times
But still I'm on the roads and feeling untouched
My own mama looking at me like "Are you okay?"
Mama don't you know your son tough?
I just take tools and the ganja
My brudda fresh home but he's chilling two guns up
Ain't nothing new here
Old guns, old friends, just a new number

[Hook]
My life's like a movie and it's uncut
Certain man I cut I can't uncut
Do this for the dons who feel unloved
Grinding through the night until the sun's up
[Verse 2]
My life's like a movie and it's uncut
Certain man I trust I had to untrust
Free my bruddas cah it's unjust
Fuck these hoes, some I wanna unfuck
And I don't fuck with no feds
Not once in my life, see a brudda getting uncuffed
My brudda bun weed, he bun man
He bun skin fam, he just wanna bun stuff
Remember being bankrupt
Flying up and down cunch, tryna get my bands up
The streets cold, ain't no damn love
Nowadays your own friend will get you shanked up
You need to cool off the gang stuff
Take a few trips with a gyal and some dank bud
I remember when P.C. Riley had his gun up in my face
And I didn't put my hands up

[Hook]
My life's like a movie and it's uncut
Certain man I cut I can't uncut
Do this for the dons who feel unloved
Grinding through the night until the sun's up