| Somehow, someway |
| I gotta get to my gun and let it spray |
| I’m beefing with some niggas and I know they ain’t gon' play |
| Shit, I could die any day |
| Somehow, someway |
| I gotta get to my gun and let it spray |
| I’m beefing with some niggas and I know they ain’t gonna play |
| Shit, I could die any day, I gotta stay with it |
| You better stay with it |
| 'Cause I’m going to my grave with it |
| I’m going to my grave |
| I gotta keep it a buck, I gotta keep it tucked |
| Cops locking niggas up, but I don’t give a fuck |
| When they shoot you, you gotta duck |
| And bullet-proof the truck |
| 'Cause it feels like real niggas running outta luck |
| So I gotta keep it with me, gotta keep the blikky |
| 'Cause them boys in my hood’ll do you like you Ricky |
| Your momma gotta cry, she yelling, «Baby, why?» |
| Your boy was 'posed to ride, then he changed his mind |
| Now you on the other side, sucka nigga, I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I grew up with niggas, but I don’t trust them niggas |
| So when it’s beef, I keep the 80 by my belt |
| 'Cause last time I left it home, I was saying to myself |
| Somehow, someway |
| I gotta get to my gun and let it spray |
| I’m beefing with some niggas and I know they ain’t gon' play |
| Shit, I could die any day |
| Somehow, someway |
| I gotta get to my gun and let it spray |
| I’m beefing with some niggas and I know they ain’t gonna play |
| Shit, I could die any day, I gotta stay with it |
| You better stay with it |
| 'Cause I’m going to my grave with it |
| I’m going to my grave |
| No cap, I could get you clapped |
| Put money on your head, have niggas aimin' at your cap |
| You know I never lack, my enemies put pain in |
| But mother fuck that, I do the same thing |
| There’s kids in your crib in your cribs, I seen kids where you live |
| You get bands, I get bands, man, it is what it s |
| Puttin' niggas under pressure, the suppressor |
| Can’t leave it on the dresser when them niggas tryna test you |
| I’m feeling war ready, the 4 heavy, I’m more deadly |
| I’m just happy for the blessing that the Lord sent me |
| Still outside with the 80 on my belt |
| Last time I left it home, I was saying to my self |
| I gotta stay with it |
| You better stay with it |
| 'Cause I’m going to my grave with it |
| I’m going to my grave with it |