I try not to make songs about the same shit every time, you feel me?
You can’t be “Murder, murder, kill” every song.
You can’t be, “Struggle, struggle” every song.
You can’t be dancing every song.
Though every song I try to hit every topic and that’s just the murder topic for the
day, you feel me?
And then it just hit.
You feel me?
It was like a normal day of writing, you feel me?
Every day I probably try to write like 3, 4 songs.
You feel me?
‘Cause I was just in the house. I wasn’t doing nothing.
I had picked the beat and shit then I had got in the car and I had rapped it to my nigga
and he was like, “Oh yeah, man.
If you find out what tone you going to use and all that shit, you feel me, it’s gonna
be that one."
So I had to practice and shit, practice shit and then I recorded it and then showed it
to him and he was like, “Oh yeah, that’s that one fa sho.”
Talking out the side of your neck.
In other words that’s bumping your gums.
That’s talking a whole bunch of shit that you ain’t bout, you feel me?
That’s... you woofin’, you doing a whole lot of this, you feel me?
You yappin’.
Shit, what else going through a nigga’s mind when he
putting bullets in a gun?
Yeah, like if you hunting, you feel me?
You’re hunting deer.
You’re loading up that thing, “Oh yeah I’m finna murder something. I’m finna
get one of these deers.”
That all comes with getting them before they get you.
Fuck waiting until you see em ‘cause you might be out and a nigga might see you first.
And you don’t see him.
Oh yeah, he’s on you, you feel me?
So fuck that, I’m finna go to where this nigga live at and I’m gonna get this shit
done right now.
‘Cause I don’t aim at no legs man.
I be eatin’ chest, stomach, shit like that.
I wouldn’t.
I ain’t gonna say I don’t, but I wouldn’t.
I ain’t gonna put myself in that, you feel me?
If you ain’t talking about buying a verse, you ain’t talking about, you feel me?
All that.
I’m not staying around, straight up.
Ok, you play basketball, you feel me?
You’ve been playing basketball all your life.
Know what I mean?
You’ve been on the team.
You’ve been the rawest nigga on the team and all that, you feel me?
You hit high school, you feel me?
You’re in eleventh grade and now you wanna tote a pistol and you wanna try to hit a lick.
You wanna run in somebody’s house.
You play basketball though.
Know what I mean, you’re a clown.
But, I really said that because there was a big ass epidemic about clowns in the woods
and shit, scaring people and shit.
So I was like, “Man I’m worried about clowns acting like real niggas.
Fuck one of these fake clowns out here you feel me?”
Instead of air coming out of this fan, that’s blowing, you see big fire.
You feel what I’m saying?
You get it?
That’s raw to me I ain’t gonna lie.
That’s clean to me.
I didn’t even think it was that fucked up until the song dropped and then all the feedback
I was getting wasn’t even for the song.
It was for that one bar.
I’m like, “Damn!”
And then I got to thinking about it, like over the months and shit, like “Yeah that
was some fucked up shit.”
When I wrote this song, I ain’t even gonna lie I was thuggin’, you feel me?
My baby was born while I was locked up.
So when I got out my baby was already a month old.
You feel me, so I was like, “Bro, what the fuck am I gonna do?”
I got out with no cheese.
No money.
We didn’t have shit.
I didn’t have nowhere to go, you feel me?
No nothing, so that’s where that comes from.
I remember I didn’t have a pot to piss in.
Now i’m pissing at a nigga’s baby momma’s house.
Shit, he pussy the first time he’s pussy the second time.
Shit.
Get your money back up if you want to, nigga.
On everything.
I don’t never take my eyes off you nigga.
I’m always watching.