What I See

(альбом: On My Momma 2 - 2019)

Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide
I'm right here on the X wit' this Glock .45
Been a year since you died, still dreaming you alive
Tell that I'm lost when you look me in my eyes
Shit get real when you up in that field
I got the juice, I ain't cute, but I keep the steel
Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real
In these streets for real
You don't really want no beef for real
Cash money I'm a soldier
A hot boy, block boy, sliding wit' that Glock boy
And I wouldn't cuff yo' bitch 'cause she a tomboy
Tuck til' we slide down yo' block wit' that convoy
I don't even know these niggas, why they talk so much?
A broke nigga get my verse then I don't cost enough
Let this bitch bitch, I get sick and get to coughing up
She wanna pay that choosing fee then tell that bitch to offer up

When I look inside the mirror, don't know what I see
Deep down I know the devil got control of me
The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
Why I'm losing everybody that's so close to me?
I feel alone wit' this pain like it's only me
Got me thinking, maybe this is how it supposed to be
Can't let the devil keep controlling me
If it wasn't for this money they wouldn't notice me

All black as I creep through the city
Know some niggas want me dead but they gotta come and get me
I been blanking wit' this .40 but my Glock now hold 50
Caught a sucka up in traffic, introduced him to the city
Since 1998 I swear this street shit been in me
Lost my brother to a bullet, wish that bullet never hit 'em
I done fell out wit' some niggas, who used to gang wit' me
Last time I seen him he got slapped and we stripped him
On me, I coulda been played you niggas out
I tried to give you niggas life and help you niggas out
Been sliding on them niggas on behalf of Tu
When it was me, Sheik and Tu, YB and Q
Shit get real when you up in them streets
Got me funking wit' some niggas I ain't never meet
I was sliding, sending shots on behalf of Sheik
So I know I'll die for him and he'll die for me

When I look inside the mirror, don't know what I see
Deep down I know the devil got control of me
The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
Why I'm losing everybody that's so close to me?
I feel alone wit' this pain like it's only me
Got me thinking, maybe this is how it supposed to be
Can't let the devil keep controlling me
If it wasn't for this money they wouldn't notice me

Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide
I'm right here on the X wit' this Glock .45
Been a year since you died, still dreaming you alive
Tell that I'm lost when you look me in my eyes
Shit get real when you up in that field
I got the juice, I ain't cute, but I keep the steel
Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real
In these streets for real
You don't really want no beef for real
Cash money I'm a soldier
A hot boy, block boy, riding wit that Glock boy
I don't wanna cuff yo' bitch, she a tomboy
Tucked til' we sliding on yo' block wit' that convoy
On me, let the devil keep controlling me
Know they wouldn't notice me
If it wasn't for this money they wouldn't notice me

When I look inside the mirror, don't know what I see
Deep down I know the devil got control of me
The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
Why I'm losing everybody that's so close to me?
I feel alone wit' this pain like it's only me
Got me thinking, maybe this is how it supposed to be
Can't let the devil keep controlling me
If it wasn't for the money they wouldn't notice me