Verse 1:
I'm just a young n*gga wit a 9 don't know how to act
You're bound to get smoked if you don't get jacked
I need some dank so I can keep calm
Cause the 9 in my palm makes me think about Vietnam
I be thinking bout goin nuts cause the stress on my mind makes me think about growing up
A n*gga couldn't even sleep
Cause in my dreams I used to see n*ggas trying creep four deep
I don't know what's wrong with my brain cells
Is it the chronic or the motherf*cking pain pills
Stressing like a n*gga on lockdown
Thinking bout all these n*ggas that I done shot down
But I don't let it get to me bro
To get the stress off my mind I get a 4-0
Biggidy bang biggidy buck biggidy baow baow
That's how it sounds when I let off thirty rounds
You better run and hide when I let loose mane
Cause that's consequences stuck up in the dope game
n*ggas dying young over little punk sh*t
Fonking with each other cause there's no one else to fonk with
Even my n*ggas from back in the days ain't my n*ggas no more
Cause you know how n*ggas change
It used to be what's up my n*gga now it's a straight mug
Cause all the n*ggas I grew up with is straight thugs
But uh, I copped game from these OG's
I watched n*ggas count G's and cook whole ki's
And you wonder why a young n*gga game is tight
Cause my folks taught a n*gga wrong from right
And you wonder why I keep a 9 and a vest
Because the dank keep a n*gga more and more stressed
And the sh*t I'm spittin is straight real G
So I'm asking my n*ggas do you feel me
Hook:
Cellski:
If you feel me
Crowd of homies:
Holler if feel me
Verse 2:
Stayin at home with the chrome with the lights off
Cause I capped some n*ggas that was muggin me on Randolph
In my bucket hit the back paths to avoid
The f*cking po-po's cause they got me paranoid
That ain't stoppin nothing still got get my money on
Still mobbin wit my n*ggas four deep gettin gone
Tanqueray and dank give me the energy to bust caps
Making sure the n*ggas I'm bustin at don't bust back
Cause the n*ggas tried to put heads to bed
From hollowpoint lead from the Tech Nine infrared
Cause n*ggas can't dodge the red shot when ya hit
Cause when the mack spits bang season starts to bullsh*t
Cause where I come from you got to stay strapped with a 9
Cause 17 shots outshooting a deuce-five
Thee motherf*cking mack and thee motherf*cking h-k
Make n*ggas bow down cause Frisco n*ggas don't play
Cause when it's foggy up in Frisco n*ggas loc'd up
Cause when the bang is on n*ggas wanna smoke ya
Do or die is the attitude n*ggas got
So when I plot you better listen to the gunshot
Boom boom boom rattatat is the sound of the mack
Spit some sh*t that make my own n*ggas step back
Cause uh, I'm comin straight real and I'm asking my n*ggas
Do you feel me?