TyWiz - The Confrontation lyrics

Intro: you was gangsta just a min ago mag, what part of the game is that? it was gravy when you getting, popping them thing, now a couple of bids under your belt, some homies get murder you want out! hn where your heart at now mag? forced ha you wanted this game more then life itself! I been forced in this game with a gun to my head co*k back if he squeeze my as be dead/ {f**k} now i'm sitting back writing out bars For maps laid out homie going in hard/ But in my ear i hear my dark side just screaming You better make it there mag think about them children/ I own your soul f**k up your wife is a widow Your life is done your picture on the wall by the window/ Nah fam it ain't going down like that Who ever you are please get the f**k off my back/ I do what you say please don't take me soul Whatever it take i don't want to ride that road/ It's bad enough whole life been living on edge Shelling d** blowing on bud with guns in the hand/ I hear you mag that was a part of me The game i set for you since a lil g/ Why me, why you pick me in 76 Had me on lock 86 i hit the bricks/ With no direction not knowing the game i'm playing Man up stop crying what the f**k you saying/ You loved it tho, didn't you, yes i did Why you crying now mag cause i count them bids/ Along this ride i seen a lot of homies just die A couple of them dead right in front of my eyes/ So what, what you mean by that I saved your a** so your a** don't land in a sack/ My days was numbered 13 hit up twice 14 you count a bid went to jail, you right/ Hold up the more we build the more i see The more i start to realizing you had it out for me/ Doing your job living in the soul of my body Poisoned the brain like a guinea big for a hobby/ You let me in look what i made of your a** You turned me into a mad man i made you a dad/ Showed you the ropes sk**s to survive in this world I feed you knowledge of both sides of the world/ But what you do choose the devil side of me The only thing that you feed me was the map of the streets/ How to cook cane run blocks mastered the heat How to creep on a n***a when they partially sleep/ Roll up the dro hypnotize by cars and fat a** 60 inch around the neck depending on fast cash/ It seems to me your heart got weak A lil bitterness for these streets and me/ I feel your pain but come on i gotta eat And the power your body process mag is pure heat/ You real wise intelligent strong as an ox The way i was running fam i should of been in the box/ Nah nah don't thing that way i got your back So why you got the gun to my head to write this track?