Lyrics: Josh Lee
Music: Josh Lee
[Verse 1: Pitfall]
Blood, walking by the alleys, dripping red
Shush, don't make a sound, aimin' at your head
And I heard that you talking to the feds
Where did your homies go? Oh wait, they're dead
Ha ha, living life in a nightmare
Heard you got something to say so I'm right there
I rock them Ricky with white hair
Flip down the T7, I know they're somewhere
Stop talking, start walking
SCAR-17, put the barrel through your noggin
Bitch, I'm in a graveyard, I'm pick a coffin
Proceed with caution, wait the money's calling
Incoming call from: The money
Do not test me, shoot your center mass, where your vest be?
I'm poppin' pills that I'm scared just to test these
Drugs in the envelope, I'ma accept these
Everyday, I told myself not to do that
Can't take it, I'm back on the Prozac
**** all these mans, where my bros at?
If you keep it up, turn you into a doormat
[Verse 2: Wido]
What do I do when I can't walk anymore?
What can I do when I can't trust anyone?
What do I do when if I don't trust anyone?
Tear me apart, put my pieces in the dark, yeah
Put my body in the dust, yeah yeah yeah
Rackets on rackets, we make it impossible
Ridin' with you, but I don't like your attitude
You piss me off 'cause you don't got no manners, lil' bro
And at least I can't see you, that fantasies my life
Oh my god, not again, yeah, my nose full of salt
God, not again, yeah, my nose full of-