Dirt

Call it how it is - according to the facts

If rap was prison our shit would be the Supermax

No sunshine, just dark skies

Nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind

I got bad blood, mad love only for the team though

Everyone one of us is the shooter, now where the beef go

I ain't seen none of these niggas and we out here

Wanna be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth, yeah

Oh my God we could not be fucked with

Real shit look at our life all in the public

We under the microscope they all watching us

We have no choice but to keep it trill they sizing us

And if they wasn't God, always pay attention don't he

I couldn't live with myself being phony

Look, if life was a game then I guess we winning

Cause this life we made for ourselves is bitching

Didn't want to do it but the voices tug and pullin'

On my eardrums something that I knew I shouldn't

Got me wildin with the ratchet out like shit is legal

Looking for a victim put 'em in the fetal

Fuck is going on? when it's on I know it's on

But shit not really popping and I'm looking for a war

Looking out my window pointing shit at police

To make matters worse I'm sipping on some OE

Shit got me buzzing, I'm already bugging though

With mad bottles that I drank about a month ago

Fuck is on my mind? I'm feeling bipolar

Plus paranoid looking over both shoulders

I woke up with blood on my hands

Fuck I do this time? now a nigga scared

Fuck, I'll probably get the fucking chair

Grab my fucking gun, a few clothes son I'm outta here