Tug Of War lyrics

[Intro]
This sh*t is
n*gga
Man this sh*t is every-
Man this sh*t is- this sh*t is pure
This sh*t is pure
On God
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm tryna make an album, but auntie out here wildin'
In the bank ain't no deposit
I could still get rich off powder
Look in the mirror I see Marlo, go to sleep I see my brother
I wake up with cold sweats I could feel the reaper coming
Woo lady pray for me, baby drac' stay with me
My b*tch tell me that I'm cursed, I ain't really tryna to hurt her
What if they snatch her for a murder? I just hope she stay omertà
I'm Roscoe's son in the flesh, tell my mama I tried my best
They say I dig my own grave, he could makе the front page
I don't want to talk it out, paramedics chalkеd him out
I want bullets in his head, he shouldn't have said what he said
He gon' take that to the grave, that n*gga know just what he said
And I'm ready for combat, I'll kill my mom dad
That n*gga ain't no kin to me
Pop a perc I gotta chill
I can't tell you all my thoughts, some of this sh*t be really real
They think I practice Santeria , send death threats I don't read them
I got my back on the wall
I turn my back on my dawg
That's a cat that ain't my dog
It's really me I ain't a fraud
I could tell you how it is
I could show you how it was
I don't give a f*ck about rapping, I'm trying to get rich off drugs
I owe my lawyer five thousand
I'm back breaking down ounces
I don't need a machine to count it
Weigh and put it on the counter
Product of the dope hole, born in a dope bowl
I only had one goal, that's make sure the dope sold
I rule my block with a iron fist, I'm a diamond in a pile of sh*t
I always knew I'd be something
Brought the car and leave the V running
Shiesty on they ain't see me coming
I keep it 1,2,3 hundred
Broad daylight we'll sweep something
We shoot then hit the repeat button
Cooking dope and using three of them
She said she love me that don't mean nothing
Take this load to another state
On parole with another case
I just had a court date, I almost skipped the court date
No I don't make beats, but I'm tryna get more base
Cross me that's a big mistake
I'll pistol whip the f*ck out your face
With 12 I can't cooperate
The doc gon' have to operate
These hollows can't come out your face
Tie your lil man up
I know you think he stand up
Jump out and make him put his hands up
Beat him until you pay the ransom
It's his fault we in this sh*t
Before rap, been in this sh*t
Any n*gga in the hood will tell you
I don't know that n*gga, he free game, no telling what I sell you
My n*ggas'll line you up, whole time you think they tryna help you
Every time my wrist inside the pot auntie say I'm some kind of special
She know ain't no deals b*tch you ain't getting not one kind of special
Before I even walked in the spot she said it's you I smell you
Dirty bowl dirty stove dirty blender, too familiar
[Outro]
Ain't nobody give that boy nothing
He had to make the fire on his own to stay warm
Ain't nobody give that n*gga nothing
How the f*ck this-
Who the f*ck-
This the best sh*t ever