| On God a weapon aimed upon me |
| Is gon fail to prosper |
| I beat the odds |
| I’ll never bite the bullet |
| Fuck your offer |
| You steady preach |
| Bout keepin' the peace |
| You need to shut the fuck up |
| Cause ain’t no way that I can change the fact that I’m a nigga |
| It’s like I’m only to |
| Exist to extent |
| I’m worried walking out my front door |
| Can’t think right bout what to expect |
| I feel the cold |
| When I walk in the shadow of death |
| Like a red dot put on me |
| And left a hole in my chest |
| I can feel it |
| Creepin |
| Up |
| Feel it send chills down my spine |
| Stay vigilant |
| With murder on my mind |
| Keep it tucked |
| As I move with the pace |
| Come take walk with me |
| And let me show you the way |
| Ain’t another need for an introduction |
| You know what it is |
| Been survival of the fittest mothafucka |
| I don’t waste no time |
| It’s either |
| Kill or be killed |
| Reality set |
| There ain’t no respect |
| There’s no hope |
| Ain’t no better time to set it off |
| I’m through with the pain |
| There’s nothing to lose |
| So fuck it |
| Give me the separation |
| Cut like a razor blade |
| I’m searching for a reason |
| On my mama |
| Know I gotta keep it maintained |
| Don’t need to fuck with that crooked shit |
| Cause I’m only up in my lane |
| We never known to be equal |
| So stop acting like we the same |
| (Bitch) |
| I’m stepping out to the warzone |
| So its fuck you and ya whole clique |
| You pullin up with them straps |
| But I ain’t gon fret |
| Cause you ain’t gon do shit |
| And I put that on the gang |
| So you might as well walk with me |
| So come and take a walk |
| And let me show you the way |
| Come and take a walk with me |
| Come and take a walk |
| And let me show you the way |