Percs And Paranoia

(专辑： Until Further Notice - 2021)

He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go
We don't do emotion and know that sound we can't show
He ain't putting on his new opp pack and he can't blow
That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my niggas, we vow and we really did it
They comparing me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it
Niggas never did nothing to one of mine in a minute
Got the drop, we went up top on that nigga, he shitted
We gon' only tell the truth and then you could Google the proof
We gon' let that nigga hang himself, just give him the noose
Niggas know I'm from the deuce
It's gon' take a while to get used
5-7 sound like a flute, duck by that truck, it go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches it's like I'm still there when I leave
Blood be dripping when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breath
I could tell you what we did but you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatching like we thieves
That's the proper way to grieve
Hit my niece and beg the lord forgive me but here come your child
They can try whatever but only gon' do what you allow
Niggas foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in awhile
I try forgive, I don't know how
Ratting not, throw in a towel
This real life, this ain't no style
Walked her son to his dish before he could walk down a aisle
Tears dripping down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war we don't play with that
[?] my ratchet in the mass, yeah I prayed with that
Told me bring my pain back
But I was tryna change that
Spin he got hit but not benched so he came back
Close enough to touch then garantue hit what I aim at
That nigga had his pole, still sent his soul where the rain at
[?] went in that room, ain't say a word
We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard

Percocets and paranoia, gotta keep one up in the head
How I'm 'posed to sleep when I know killas want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he coulda beat it but he plead
He can't pour his pain out so fuck it he pour lean up
Tryna feed my niggas but the feds broke my team up
Before the school and the gang fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on ramadan, fucked his deen up

Insha'Allah they never catch us, I'm still riding with these Crips
I've been praying for forgiveness, only sliders in this whip
My lil' brother he go sick
Just some choppers and new drip
Made a movie, got away then he got caught up with that stick
I call the killas then they popping out
Slid we shot it out
It hold 30, tape the asset, if it get used we swap it out
Block of zombies, hood thriller
He can't trap, he just a driller
Ain't go see the homie momma yet, we still ain't killed his killa
Fuck the talk about, slaughterhouse
Six closest homies gotta lift him up then walk him out
He ain't really banging, he just from around here, stall him out
Turnt him into Casper
Sometimes Daddy pick up, sometimes I feel like a bastard
Sent some niggas to the pastor
Washed the body, wrapped it, I threw up in [?]
He survive and die it's still a body that we captured
Devil in my ear, I hear his laughter
Catch 'em lacking, we gon' climb up with that ladder
All them gangsta captions
When we catch him, where his pipe at?
I say if he can't do it sober he ain't like that
Used his last stamp, that dirty bitch ain't even write back
Take my chain, I want his life, don't want no fucking ice back
I pack a pound of blow
Caught it on tape, I ain't claiming it is ours though
Know it's 80 000, I don't trust, I'm still counting though
Gotta sit in the water, not too long, don't drown it though
Lost my mind and blinked out, I smoked a opp, I found it though
Gotta pick a side, I peep your style, I see you playing both
They say love don't cost a thing, I swear to God I paid the most
Sent the youngest killas 'cause they hungry, he been laying low
Homie did a dozen, he ain't stressing, he got eight to go
We ain't have no foreigns, just a stolie and a pole
Only ghost around my hood is a couple niggas' soul
We ain't have no foreigns, just a stolie and a pole
Only ghost around my hood

Percocets and paranoia, gotta keep one up in the head
How I'm 'posed to sleep when I know killas want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he coulda beat it but he plead
He can't pour his pain out so fuck it he pour lean up
Tryna feed my niggas but the feds broke my team up
Before the school and the gang fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on ramadan, fucked his deen up