(It’s Kosfinger, baby)
(Peso, how you do that?)
(Jondior)
(It’s Kosfinger, baby)
At times I don’t feel alive, nigga (I don’t feel alive)
Yeah, At times I don’t feel alive, In zombie mode but I’m still ‘gon slide
Will put my life on the line before I ever watch my nigga die
Face to face can’t you tell that I got empty eyes
I’ve had the chance to kill the one that killed my dawg, it might make me cry
Yeah, and that’s the truth
I hope you happy ’bout this pain I’m rappin’ ’bout, that’s all you
Learn myself, ain’t no man out here show me how to move
Keep my distance, used to look up to that nigga as a youth
Open wounds, only proof of the struggle that we came from
Now I got my little change up, It’s probably only right I change up
‘Cause lately you been acting strange, Blood
Never thought I could obtain love, but the way that she been acting got me thinking I could feel
Them death threats ain’t respected, ’till you show me that it’s real
Strap my cleats, throw a backplate on my Glock
It get lonely in the field, nobody trustworthy can’t even take the homies on a drill
He been around me for some years, but I don’t know him
Thought you was my homie, you showed your true intentions you really phony
Switch close as I’m watch niggas closely
Pops said he got me, I’m hanging on to what he told me (My bro don’t know what he told me)
‘Cause that’s the only thing that keep me strong, family fake every week I change the number to my phone
Can’t tell you what’s going on, I’m present but I’m really never home
These voices been distracting me from my goals
And every time I slide, I tell my brother that this the last time
And then I go dribble a little more
Inside of me there’s a hole, where my heart supposed to be
Wishing my Pops would wake up, so it be hard for me to sleep
Walk into court, head down I know the drill, I’m from the streets
Read me my rights, ’cause you ain’t getting shit from me (Gzzz, Aye)
Before I turn myself in, I would be wrong if I ain’t pop nothing (Wrong if I ain’t pop nothing)
How you ‘gon care about your life when you ain’t got nothing (Care about your life when you ain’t got nothing)
Yeah, Lil bro ain’t got no type of motion, he’s just opp hunting
Fucking with niggas that’s tryna kill me, Gales we not brothers
Speak on my name ’cause I ain’t put you on, that’s not 100
Rrari World, I’m satisfied with life I know what I did
Box Glocks inside my head, with murder scenes that I’m fine with
Walk a nigga down with fooly switch, you gotta try this (Yeah, yeah)
Has something happened in your life that made your mind switch?
‘Cause when I came out the womb, I wasn’t like this
At times I don’t feel alive, In zombie mode but I’m still ‘gon slide
Will put my life on the line before I ever watch my nigga die
Face to face can’t you tell that I got empty eyes
I’ve had the chance to kill the one that killed my dawg, it might make me cry
Yeah, and that’s the truth
I hope you happy ’bout this pain I’m rappin’ ’bout, that’s all you
Learn myself, ain’t no man out here show me how to move
Keep my distance, used to look up to that nigga as a youth
August 23, 2024