Man I put that on my mama, I ain't with that fuckin' drama They say karma's a bitch, so you know I'm comin' for ya Dripping "Blood On My Black T", from a hundred thousand sheep I can't trust no fuckin' snakes, that why I keep 'em on da leash Red dot scoping on my enemies you gotta watch 'em close Be the last to watch your back, but be the first to tie the rope Triple 6 to the frontal lobe, my whole world is losing hope You worried 'bout all these hoes, I'm worried 'bout getting dough Systematic pressure, growin' up with the grid My depression settled in, and almost gave up on the kid I never fuckin' took life for granted, and invested in trust I been bustin' these nuts on bustas, drop my kids on a front My mental state never had a comment, like Concept Vague was my project Sometimes I'm feelin' so distant, for what the fuck I've been missin', listen It's just word a mouth, I never wrote it down When my angers leachin' out, you been hidin now, like the devil's been around