Intro:
DmA#C
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Chorus:
Dm
Told bro, "We so locked in, that I wonʼt breathe if you die"
Still grippinʼ on my Gen and throwing Bʼs to the sky
A#
Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie
C
Doing sixty in the pen, so thatʼs a reason to cry
Dm
Still dirty Sprite pourinʼ up
ʼMember back then, at my lowest, they werenʼt showinʼ up
A#
So naive and losing focus, I ainʼt know enough
In the trenches, pistol totinʼ, you gonʼ blow or what?
C
Who want war with us?
Verse:
Dm
Donkey rope, HGM pendant hanginʼ off it, yeah, I put him on
He ainʼt puttinʼ on, we take him off it
A#
Niggas in the field worth a couple Mʼs, could play the office, but Iʼd rather not
C
Suckers tryna get back for them losses, itʼs still one up top
Dm
Paranoia got me movinʼ caution, upper echelon
Separate the crashes from the bosses
A#
Far as paperwork, Jakeʼll tell you Mozzarella flawless, I ainʼt said a word
C
Got it off the curb, now we ballinʼ, ainʼt no once itʼs up
Tend to leave it there, we canʼt resolve it
Fuck your dead homies, still denyinʼ all involvement
I donʼt know what happened
They put that chicken on my head ʼcause niggas know weʼre actinʼ
Yeah, itʼs much more than rappinʼ
Chorus:
Told bro, "We so locked in, that I wonʼt breathe if you die"
Still grippinʼ on my Gen and throwing Bʼs to the sky
Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie
Doing sixty in the pen, so thatʼs a reason to cry
Still dirty Sprite pourinʼ up
ʼMember back then, at my lowest, they werenʼt showinʼ up
So naive and losing focus, I ainʼt know enough
In the trenches, pistol totinʼ, you gonʼ blow or what?
Who want war with us?
Verse:
Them shorties spin, they like, "What them killings gotta Do with you?"
Thirty Mʼs in, still paying for these funerals
Them killers still anxious for revenge, we canʼt Do a truce
I hope better friends ainʼt the reason I come through and shoot
Slide up, black hoodie like the reaper, now itʼs time up
What the fuck we dyinʼ for? I seen the hood dryinʼ up
In the gang, my guys trust enough to give their lives up
Like Kobe with this .9 clutched, blow smoke ʼtil they divide us
Tell the opps to come play ball, letʼs play three on three
No, I ainʼt worried ʼbout yʼall, itʼs me versus me
When I lost my dog, I couldnʼt really find the words to speak
Like spinninʼ ʼtil they fall, dropouts still tryna earn a b
Chorus:
Told bro, "We so locked in, that I wonʼt breathe if you die"
Still grippinʼ on my Gen and throwing Bʼs to the sky
Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie
Doing sixty in the pen, so thatʼs a reason to cry
Still dirty Sprite pourinʼ up
ʼMember back then, at my lowest, they werenʼt showinʼ up
So naive and losing focus, I ainʼt know enough
In the trenches, pistol totinʼ, you gonʼ blow or what?
Who want war with us?
