Dirt

Call it how it is according to the facts

If rap was prison our sh*t 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 f**ked with

Real sh*t 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

Cuz 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 didn't knew I shouldn't

Got me wildin with the ratchet out like sh*t is legal

Looking for a victim put 'em in the fetal

F**k is going on when it's on I know it's on

But sh*t not really popping and I'm looking for a war

Looking out my window pointing sh*t at police

To make matters worse I'm sipping on some OE

Sh*t got me buzzing

I'm already bugging though with mad

Bottles that I drank about a month ago

F**k is on my mind I'm feeling bipolar

Plus paranoid looking over both shoulders

I woke up with blood on my hands

F**k I do this time now a ni**a scared

F**k I'll probably get the f**king chair

Grab my f**king gun a few clothes son I'm outta here