Lyrics
Mother: I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He just stand by the goddamn window
With that fuckin' AK all day (there you go)
You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t
You don’t do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the — corner, any day
Tryin to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny’s to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I’m thinkin' 'bout my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
Am I paranoid? — Tell me the truth
I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of indo and my mind can’t take the stress, I’m out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self; but I see death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
I see death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
I see death around the corner, the pressure’s gettin' to me
I no longer trust my homies — them phonies tried to do me
Smokin' too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress
Here’s hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin'
My homie told me once, don’t you trust them other suckers
They front like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who’d care
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
Got homies in my head that done passed away screamin' «Please!»
Young nigga, make G’s
I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless, I think my mind’s gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
I see death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
(I was raised) I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma’s titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household
And drinkin' liquor til' you out cold
And though I’m grown now, nigga it’s still on — Pow!
Bustin on them niggas 'til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches
Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless, them bitches’ll start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murder me now but see me later man, that’s on my pops
I got homies that will hunt you 'til you drop
I hope the Lord can forgive me, I was a G And gettin' high was a way of bein' free; I see death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
I see death around the corner
(«When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
I see death around the corner
(«But having respect, that feels even better.»)
I see death around the corner
This is for all the real motherfuckin' niggas out there
I know you ain’t scared to die; we all gotta go, y’know?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business
(«You think you’re gonna live long enough to spend that money
You fuckin hump?» —)
Y’all niggas stop actin' like pussies out there, all right
«If any of you.
Are tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like that.» —
«I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!»
«I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!»
«I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead!
I want him dead, I don’t care.»
