Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad, I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor, man, it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me pussy, boy, I wish you would
Fuck a shooter, ****, I'll do it
Hunnid M's, I done ran through it
Iced the bros out like I'm 'posed to do it
You think I'm bluffin', ****, call my jeweler
Twenty chains like I'm Rick the Ruler
Late night serving, it was just me and my Ruger
Hollow hit your head and matter come out your medula
Wrecked the hotbox on the move, my mama called a Uber
Scared to be myself around you, feel like I might lose ya
Larry got killed with his mama, I broke into pieces
I'ma up this bitch and blam soon as you get to reachin'
I was adolescent thuggin', didn't no OG teach me
Treated buddy like my blood and he was fuckin' leechin'
I just want the best for you, my ****, I ain't preachin'
You got envy in your heart, and that's why we ain't speakin'
Soon as I became successful, like our bond weakened
Better thank God that I ain't smack your ass and leave you leakin'
Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad, I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor, man, it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me pussy, boy, I wish you would
Fuck a shooter, ****, I'll do it
Worth some millions, I was still posted in the trenches
Wartime we goin' for it, like it's fourth and inches
Poured a four of Act' with Gillie 'fore he took his sentence
Old days, he was twice my age, not to mention
I told Kobe not to walk home, but he didn't listen
I heard every shot go off when them **** hit him
Before this rap shit got turnt, I really been on missions
That's why anywhere on earth, I blend in with the killers
Still remember that first hit, I blew a .32, whole six
Back and forth, now this bitch lit, I had to graduate to a stick
You ain't never pull up in four whips, jump out, leave everybody on they shit
I got aim, I don't need no switch, no cap, I'ma empty this bitch quick
Can't believe that I got rich
Had to move my mama way out to the sticks 'cause **** wicked
I couldn't end up like some ones I once loved, to be a statistic
Act like hoes 'cause they can't kick it
Or worse than that, they turn to witnesses
Beat the streats, sometimes I miss it
Dead friends tatted in my skin
I lost Greg, damn, I miss my twin
I lost Rock, all I did was spin
Swear to God, I would do it again
In my feelings, got me drug abusin'
Only thing that saved me was music
Got my Glock on me, I'm ridin', cruisin'
Fuck a hitta, ****, I'll use it

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr, Brian Campi, Herbert Randall Wright III, Andrew Hale & Sade Adu.