Out of sight, out of mind for my real killers
My bros got L's and gotta deal with them
Girls who loved them once but can't keep it real with them
They don't know how to keep it real with them
You've gotta go through that shit so now you feel different
So who's the real victim?
See everybody took a loss that day
And the realness is we're just out tryna fill fridges
Cried rivers under burned bridges so now he's turned wicked
You're out there with this one kitchen
He's feeling gassed, he's got his dons with him
Out scheming, they ain't on bitches
Lurking in the four-door
Dodgy insurance, really tryna catch some dons slipping
Joint enterprise now so we don't complicit
Concerned in this thug living, oh how they must miss him
But back to these man, they're riding round three man
Two flickys, one kitchen, hoping that they see man
Catch you on the rebound means you should've done me now
They're sitting in the veeks
They find out where matey lives, they're parked up the street
Camped out till three, don came home lean
With a bitch from the hood, they all know man it's deep
But they ain't playing, they ain't pennying
They got him down, they started cheffing him
Told him "remember who you're messing with"
But now the fucked thing is at one time they was all cool
Went school, kicked ball and done plenty shit
All these roadside politics, but the story ain't finished yet
Cause three weeks later my man got bagged
The chick came forward, I'm talking all that jazz
You're looking at all that bird, what you think he done?
You can bet he sang, shit you can bet he sang
But now they don't say "free him"
He got twenty-five, they found him hanging eight weeks in
Gee whizz, but think about his mother
And think about the victim and think about his mother
Everybody's gotta suffer, suttin I've done seen enough of
Suttin I've done seen enough of, shit everybody's gotta suffer
So how they expecting me to compromise my dignity?
So I can live up to some infamy, jailhouse taught me empathy
But I guess none of that was meant for me
This shit just started getting tense for me
Cause I ain't far off that quarter of a century
So now I'm all legs like a centipede
I'm running to that paper cah I ain't got time for later or eventually
See shit I done seen and mad hours tryna be
Proper fucked with me mentally, just listen to my symphony
I was in the trap literally, feds ran in where my sister sleeps
Had me thinking "this is it for me"
Since I was out there in my TN's, no school like the weekends
And I don't know my kids, I never really knew my BMs
And I've done lost like ten good friends to like three M's
And I was in the cell conversating with my GMs
I told him "carpe diem cause I ain't tryna see three M's"
