Losing Composure lyrics

[Hook]
I just can't take, this sh*t no more
I feel I'm losing my mind, but still I can't let go
The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow
So run inside of my range, and I'll be forced to let go

[Trae]
I can't take it, I feel I'm losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking, but f*ck it cause I'm a soldier
Lately I've been on that other sh*t, like a mad dude
Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears, but I'm keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire, on a b*tch made traitor
I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these n*gga
Run up on me, then I'm letting em have it baby
And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living
If willing I'm drilling, dealing with b*tches that got me sinning
I'm trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out me
When how many n*ggas out here, say they down and I know they doubt me
It's f*cked up, but I'mma pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you
Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid
You better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray b*tch

[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
You can't assassinate my character, whispering words of war
But I'm fed up with you son of a b*tches, you've gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool
So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my motherf*cking tool
I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes
f*ck with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented
I'm hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason, I'm smoking and drinking today
Joseph, Douglas and Fraiser, we the n*ggas who made you
f*ck us over, and can't nobody save you
I'm the truth, mark ass n*ggas get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth
I'll ride for my n*ggas, and I'll die for my n*ggas
It ain't sh*t to let my 45, fly for my n*ggas
Take a ride for my n*ggas, to the swamps and back
So bear witness, to the motherf*cking pumps I pack b*tch

[Yukmouth]
I can't stand the pain, I can't stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine
I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs
Hit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev'
Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head
Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs
Break your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED's
I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat
And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth
I'm a beast, f*ck a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak
f*ck you geeks, I'm trying to stretch this dope like yeast
f*ck the police, I go to court smoking a sweet
Talk sh*t, like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek
I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I'm down for the beef n*gga
[Hook]

[Trae]
Deep inside, I see they got a n*gga spitting these verses
I got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the curses
And deep inside, I know nobody give a f*ck about me
So stay the f*ck from round me, cause b*tch you tend to bring it out me
I heard some n*ggas looking for me, on the other side
And if they come, I bet
They run into a homicide
Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside
Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying

[Z-Ro]
Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories
No mask when I ride, to make sure a n*gga remember me
My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause it's more than a concussion, when I touch a motherf*cker
(forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life
And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight
I wish a n*gga would, run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood, high ball and I'm spraying it down

[Hook - 2x]