Gee Watts - Flatline lyrics

Hey, I'm staring at these brick walls, Swear I'm having wiffs draws What direction I'm heading, begging to take the chip off shoulders. Can't hold them when grudges cost quick fuss Get .. if you crossed the wrong n***a Pray Chris Ball be the one! Froze cold when you squeeze a gun Parallel my liver, I quiver when this day will come! Native tongue of young k**ers Trying to suffice drug drillers Show them motives, they're folding up quicker. k**ing themselves, dying of thirst, Needing some help, telling on... Believe, nowhere to be felt See perfect where I'm at, proud to find a belt Aiming, they get the title before my rival come and melt. sponsored links The skin I'm in with that mad teen tears Crying out for help, ...penetrate my peers 2K real, goddamn, we're hell of a year! Dark team started out worst, I know my blessings is near! Fear can't have us, striffing up your spleen And unsolved, they call me falling in 14. His body lay lifeless, his blood covered his jeans ... on his feet, bubble bee take mark in the scene Till this very day I still hear momma scream Growing up this away, imagine the drama it brings! Drunk pa**ed dead, f** crack where that cash at! From...trying to trash rap, polluting the youth I made a bliss of myself, I'll lit you up in that booth. No seeds of discord, if so, then I'mma mute No huss, n***a! The world is just us, n***a! The world is just us, n***a! What are we k**ing for? I ain't trying to.. cause I f** with you! My lil cousin Bootie night scenes, ended up with 50 His lil bro Wittie, eleven years for s**ing titties Trying to educate while I learn, Trying to resonate while I earn Every opportunity before they burn, A lot of rappers talk that sh**, So I smooth watch, giving game like 50 ... Did inside the... to get. Talk that talk, you're on your boom... You will get it right, and you're on that roof top! Move, shot, bang, can't be life! War begets more war, I'm trying to live it right! So I'm trying to win your daughter and got no wife Your life full of sh**, grab clips, maneuver the white, yax! Dark sides for my... nights Swear to God half of ya don't know what life's like Pre-judging, talking, .. loud and saying nothing, Nothing worse than an old a** clown stick, fronting. On my signal the homies unleash hate These .. bigger locks, so I carefully move, baby! Live with no fear, for the simple fact I've been dying For the last 20 some hard years. n***a, the future salute you, what he do! What the crise on the mic could, what would he do He proved more or less... Was heading wrong direction, thank god for my blessings! Before I flat mine, yeah, yeah, right, right, Before I flat mine!