[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
I- (Dmac on the fuckin’ track), I don't know, I just swear I ain't the bad boy
People be thinkin' I'm stupid, they be tryna play me like I'm crazy and that shit-, that just make me go crazy, huh
Caskets in my home like I'm prepared for the demons (Gang, n***a) (Ohh)
YoungBoy make code red, now these n***as scared (You already know how I get down)
Pussy can't hold his tonsils so my mama say leave him dead (We gon' wave him, uh, uh) (Wave him)
All this motherfuckin' money got a n***a stressed out (Fuck you, fuck that)
Life been on fed

[Chorus]
Life been on the linе since, I came out the womb
Exprеssin' my anger, I feel like I'm dumb
I don't like when I rest, when I sleep it be mercy
I ain't flying commercial, 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)
Steady droppin' them bodies till I'm in the dirt, till a young n***a funeral cover the news
Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt
But I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)

[Verse]
Show 'em how to make a move off the backboard
Labels takin' interest in a n***a and they backdoor it
Talkin' to them killers through the window, I'ma wreck yours
Real-made-n***a handle business, never set for it
Made for to come out the star, I was set for it, I guess to be used
All the bullshit you was with I was there for it, who really the fool? I'm takin' off
Hurtin' behind your love, I'm fucked up, but cannot fall
These hoes, they gon' be hoes, these n***as, I can't trust at all (Ooh)
All my feelings numb, I'm on drugs until I fall
I just wan' get over y'all and that's all (Ooh)
I took off, left my heart in the streets
They used to call me a leech, I ran it up
They still ain't genuine or nothin'
They are not loyal to me, fuck if they get touched
Before I fly private, I stretch all my opps, and hop on a bus
Lot of friends I don't know about
Bitch, you a snake, not the kind I could trust (Ooh)
I be checkin' my roundabouts, see I'm in trouble, I'll let the stick bust
Where he be? We be findin' out
Bitch, ain't no coppin' out, leave him for dust
I know you ain't shit you gon' fuck on whoever you feel you could trust
So I'm not beefin' 'bout these hoes
You keep her, and don't let her go
[Chorus]
Life been on the line since, I came out the womb
Expressin' my anger I feel like I'm dumb
I don't like when I rest, when I sleep it be mercy
I ain't flying commercial, 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)
Steady droppin' them bodies till I'm in the dirt, till a young n***a funeral cover the news
Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt
But I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)