Cousin Tito lyrics

[Intro]
You know what that means?
That means we have to go to war with them (Yeah)
(Wanna go to war? Wanna go to war?)
Yeah, yeah
Real Rx (Ayy, f*ck you, man)

[Verse]
I don't like to look in the mirror too long
I don't know the n*gga who stare back at me
Try not to be but I'm just like my daddy
Rob you and sell crack in the same alley
Momma knew I was a problem when she had me
It ain't my fault I was born this way
Abuela said I was born with thorns on my face
She called me Diablo every other day
Sometimes I be wanting to get away
I never did listen to what other people say
I'm not following sh*t, I'ma lead the way
I got my brother back on any given day
12 hit the block, I jump the fence, I'ma get away
Paranoid, trafficking on the interstate
I gotta speed to see my P.O. in time
Put my life on the line time after time
You don't know half the sh*t I been through
I know it's more to come, but I'ma stand tall
Back to back with my f*cking dawg
Anything you can name, we done did it all
Baby cuz told me, "Pap, you the one"
He'll never turn his back on me and run
I got it on me, n*gga, I ain't going for nothin'
Can't get you? I put a hole in your son
My mind possessed with bad thoughts
Homicides and gruesome killings
Fifty-seven times stabbed a n*gga
Tie him to a car, drag the n*gga
Slitherman, grab the n*gga
Back to back jab a n*gga
Auntie on her knees she Kaepernicking
Blind back to back, this sh*t ridiculous
My momma told me to pray to God
I looked at her and said, "For what?"
I used to, but I gave up
All the times I prayed, he ain't never say nothin'
If my man swinging, ain't no 1-on-1
Neph my brother, like my mother's son
I'm not really that close to my mothers son
Lowkey wish she woulda had another one
I tried to read the Bible when I was in jail, sh*t hurt my hand so I dropped it
I wanna quit Percs but I can't stop it
I was dead broke and I ain't have an option
I never complained about my situation
I never asked another man for help
Got off my ass and did it myself
I beat a thirty-one with a belt
Neph the real reason I ain't never fail
Never forget loyalty, NFL
Unc hit the work, start callin' for help
In that cell you don't know what I felt
Went to sleep dreamin' 'bout tuna melts
I ain't have no bunkee, I was talking to myself
I beat a n*gga and took his radio
Eight months since I heard the radio
My mail slot was dryer than the desert
I ain't get a picture, postcard, or letter
I used to rap to myself everyday
And whoop n*ggas' ass
It kept me together
These n*ggas scared to jack crip in jail
I'm crip in the street and in my cell
Ten times been back and forth to Hell
I ain't feel like drivin', let go of the wheel
I sold drugs, I can't leave a will
But I can leave you some grams and a scale
Got a couple licks in my phone for girl
Told Neph I die, take my lick phone
I'm so high, I don't think I'ma get home
Might run off the road and kill myself
Sometimes I wake up, wanna kill myself
How would you feel if I killed myself?
I look in the mirror and wanna shoot myself
My worst enemy is myself
I ain't really worried about nobody else
Up the Glick and do it to myself
I don't sell crack to rap about it
And n*gga I don't do it for my health
I do it 'cause I don't really know nothing else
You know how many times they told me I'ma fail?
All alone, I be calling for help
They say my Cousin Tito killed hisself
But I know damn well he ain't kill hisself
Stupid ass b*tch got my n*gga killed
Don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud
Letting you know how I feel