Retch - Violence lyrics

[Verse 1] Sold a fiend a dummy cause the work was low Candle wax out my grandma crib I got rich where my grandma live, only sixteen It's only six in the morning, I serve sick fiends n***a, and I got school in one hour I'm up in math cla**, high off dumb sour That was when I used to do the gucci's With the Robin Jeans on or a pair of newys When the sidekick was popping I was getting booty T-mail from the b**hes sending pics' of coochie I just got up out of county last Saturday Then pulled off in a Bimmer like my license straight I did a show now I'm catched in Sunny California Whoozy off the juice, xans, and that marijuana Sipping Tec out of Cactus Cooler I hit a n***a with a pack, and he gone catch or shoot ya Soak your hoody with that red sh** My n***as dumbing out, wylin on that edge, sh** You know that feeling that you get when you work the shotty And it kick back strong, so it jerk ya body Might be slugs or the buckshots I'm on stage, selling d** and tryna duck cops I'ma f** a n***as b**h n***a I'm out in Carson, blowing pack with my Crip n***as [Hook] And the story go If that was slumped, it was murder that the 40 wrote And it was n***as at the door you know Supposed to be the n***a mans, but they'll off you though Word on the block is that shorty told The feds snatched on boy then shorty fold And his existence with the restitution Cause in the hood you know violence be the resolution [Verse 2] When y'all was studying for science I was bagging zips Right in the stairs of my building, n***a level 6 Young paranoid n***a, thought the phone was tapped Go to cla** with 40 bags and I was all for that I was robbing n***as whips I was getting ducked Outchea boots, and extorted for a couple bucks I done got into the point, it's like who could I trust When them n***as start shooting is you down to bust If the police come will you keep it shut And if n***as was to do me is you gon' heat it up And if I leave you with some bread is you gon' keep it tucked Or you gon' run off with my chips and won't be seen for months It's the sh** a n***a think about Toss the stick, grab a Fanta, watch me sink a ounce Any second n***as shots to get to ringing out I was wetting up the crib, tryna sink the house [Hook] And the story go If that was slumped, it was murder that the 40 wrote And it was n***as at the door you know Supposed to be the n***a mans, but they'll off you though Word on the block is that shorty told The feds snatched on boy then shorty fold And his existence with the restitution Cause in the hood you know violence be the resolution