I said this murder game ain't funny
Whiping blood off your money
All to buy foams
Im just that sneaker hungry
Sike foams are dead
Got the aqua 8s in my head
Not those fruity foams
My mother wears rainbow sh** like that to bed
But then they ask me, why are the bills red?
Ask the n***a i whacked instead
There ain't no recession on the succession of the murder or rap game
You gotta make your name and rhymes worth international fame
But you still claim
That all rap is the same
We all got our own taste
But i feel like a metaphorical squirrel returning to base
Im talking about the rap game
This must be a turtle race
Ii said my bills are red
But my blood is still blue
Im not sugar coating nothing
My rhymes are staying true
Seeing n***as holding guns
With their blood on my shoe
I still got trust issues
After that night
When I had to see my brother die because of a knife
Because a stupid little queer didn't have a good year
So he ruined my life
Even though he was an a**hole
That fate wasn't right
So you need to learn not to trust
Cuz when you do you quickly run out of luck
Don't judge me because i miss my brother
I'm not gonna pretend I don't give a f**
But when I spit these meaningful words, you'll never catch me stuck
I'm not sharing my past anymore
That's enough
I won't get snuffed but I still won't show up
Cuz pulling a Glock is the only way these f**boys feel tough