Lyrics Full Clip - Pc Tweezie, Reece

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Rest in peace to Lil' Pookie
Rest in peace to Lil' Cuevo
Rest in peace to Tommy Green
Matter of fact, R.I.P.
to all my fallen soldiers
Fell victim to the game, you hear me?
Probably try a tweezer to my heart
Criminal thoughts flow through my head while writin' this verse
Reminiscin' on all my niggas, I’ve just seen in a hearse
This shit hurt, I’m fearing death
They got me scared of the church
What make it worse
My mama’s sick, that’s why I’m poppin' these percs
My daddy deadbeat, that pussy nigga never fed me
Nigga stole my cousin
Now the nigga tryin' to bury me
I’m trying to rap this shit
But, actually I’m really in some trap or shit
I believe in God, but living like the devil’s advocate
I took the murder charge, got it turned into battery
14, going to prison (Damn…)
Not knowing where I’m goin' is gonna label me a victim
My red file adjudicated but they sentence me like a killer
Survival of the fittest, yeah
Welcome to the jungle, nigga
My daddy never taught us shit
All we had was momma, nigga
I was told you never leave the house without your tool witcha
I’ve got more mugshots than school pictures
Back to the topic though, original, the sickest in the city
But they copied 'em all, baby Drake or turn you into a sloppy joe
Niggas, killing for nothing, I’m clutch, and you know I’m thuggin'
Fuck the other side, die with them, they go for cousin
Where I’m from, nigga, this how it is
I’ve seen a nigga turn on they own people
And they’ve got the nerve to ask me why I write like this (Know what I told 'em?
Cut my life like this
Now I’m beefin' with my hood, this shit getting heavy
Feeling like Job, Man, I think God tryna test me
Nevertheless I almost died, niggas gettin' at me
Same nigga that I was cool with bustin' at me
Ten inches from my head.
they almost hit my dome
The day before Mother’s Day, I should have stayed at home
Enough of that, but let’s talk about this music shit
They trying use me for my music, just to make it big
I ain’t signing shit, unless you coming with that comma, comma
And I’ve got choppers if you’re coming with that drama, drama
My baby mama lied to me about the pregnancy
Can’t let these bald ass bitches be the death of me
Most definitely, it’s hard to do it on your own, man
But I understand, I’m a motherfucking grown man
Trying to be humble, but the shit right there ain’t goin' as planned
That shit get deeper than this music, you don’t understand, man, woah
All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all
That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all
Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit
That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip
All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all
That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all
Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit
That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip
Empty out a full clip
Empty out a full clip
All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all
That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all
All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all, yeah
Oh, woah!
And the ask me why I write like this
Cut my life like this
Yeah!