If it feels good, lick it two times And if this tune bangs, bust it two times It's getting late It's going down Everybody knows that I'm coming 'round Jamaican sound All my niggas down Bun'in in the place, bodies in the crowd And we smoke it loud 'cause we been around Everybody knows that I've been around In the same place with the same crowd Girl hang around, I'm a shotta (Love me bruv, please bruv, serious) The nigga's gonna cry 'cause he lost her Nigga's gonna frown 'cause he lost her Maybe 'cause he knows that he flopped her 'Cause all you niggas think that I flopped her If it feels good, lick it two times And if she's really hood, link her two times No more brothers up in the place There should be brothers up in this place Roll a tree for my G's in the back Bu'n a spliff with the sis in the black (Where she at) So if it feels good, lick it two times And if she's really hood, link her two times If you just got tuned in, man, you're slow, you're lackin' Still using Raw blunts We done told ya it's all about the green leaf We started out with Optimos and then we evolved to Garcia y Vega Panatela Deluxe Serious

Oh my god, Ronny I keep the heat so let me be discreet The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets The life I live has took a part of me The only Hell resides in my memories I can't even fathom the way I've been livin' I'm tripping out, too many people be all in my business I'm ripping out my hair follicles 'cause Everybody want a particle of my soul If I have one, I can't even fathom Oh, Lord, they put me on the fire If they can't love ya, they try to crucify ya Took my nigga Moses and took my damn messiah When I'm underseas, I can only hear higher I keep the heat so let me be discreet The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets The life I live has took a part of me The only Hell resides in my memories It feels like you're ripping the skin off me Too many parasites, please get off me I'ma do what the rain does But when I go outside, it's like it rain blood You just a hoe so you'll never be my main blood You say we bros when we never shared the same blood So my god, get the fuck out with that bullshit today, uh Fake shit get hit with a full clip today, yee I need a sign, uh, I'm out my mind, I Never had love cause they say love is blind, ah I keep the heat so let me be discreet The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets The life I live has took a part of me The only Hell resides in my memories I can't even fathom the way I've been livin' I'm tripping out, too many people be all in my business I'm ripping out my hair follicles 'cause Everybody want a particle of my soul If I have one, I can't even fathom Oh! (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh! (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh! Oh!

Look Once upon a time around the South Side A young black man grew up in a house Had a pops he never knew, with a mom that's strung out His granny careless just about, say he'll never make it out Of the hood and had a handful of aunties that can vouch Young nigga named Malcolm, all his homies called him Malc His big brother off in college, Malcolm took another route From gang banging, 'caine slanging, moms threw him out the house Stuck on probation on and off since thirteen, been in and out Soon as he turned seventeen, shit got super wild Still a juvenile, he just totin' Rugers now He shootin' now, streets got him, Malcolm ruthless now Mom still gettin' higher than a motherfucker Malcolm used to cry at night, shit a motherfucker Ask hisself why every time he lie at night Sometimes he even pray to God and wish he die at night He grown now, had to get it on his own and He know nobody gon' be there when he alone and So fuck it, he just gon' continue doing wrong then One day he woke up, left the house, and he forgot it But somethin' inside told him "Malcolm don't leave the ratchet" But he ain't worried, he been lettin' niggas have it All his life he been bangin', stealin', robbin' Killin', livin' heartless, foolish, Godless Stop to get some swishers from the supermarket Usually leave the car in neutral but he parked it Looked in his rearview, two niggas black charger Black hoodies, black masks, black carbons He know it's over, try to duck, they start sparkin' Shells poppin' everywhere, Malc get out of there He goin' crazy 'cause he knew it, Malc gon' fire Car hit up, windows out, but that was minor Perfect setting, it just wasn't Malcolm's time yet Rush in the house, yell out to moms, "where my iron at?" And now he gettin' high, don't know where his mind at Niggas was masked up, he don't know where to find 'em Was getting out and he ain't know who was behind him But when he catch a nigga slippin', gon' remind 'em Two weeks later Malc right back in that action Whip fixed, new tints, painted, slidin' Malc ridin, late night, 'round three somethin' A youngin focused, he just lookin' and he peeped somethin' Charger parked, car on, he see the heat runnin' Bitch up in the passenger, he tryna freak somethin' Malcolm ready, his adrenaline just keep rushin' But he ain't buggin', he don't want homie to see him comin' He gon' wait 'cause when he run up he ain't leavin' nothin' Fuck around and hit the bitch up, he ain't even bluffin' Look what Malcolm got now, yeah this his lucky day He on a mission, watch the Charger pull off right away Sweet as fuck, nigga pull right up to where he stay Ain't even watching, Malcolm trail a nigga all the way He super geeked, been tryna catch some action all the day Charger pullin' in, parking in the driveway Malcolm parked some houses down, he finna violate But somethin' tell him Malc "You might as well go all the way, you came this far, before you spark them, might as well rob him" Walked him right into the safe, it was a piece of cake Gave him 300K and Malcolm blew his face away Ain't give a fuck, that nigga up, he gave that bitch a break But feds watch the whole thing while they investigate They had surveillance on a nigga's house since yesterday Malc runnin' out the back door with the cheese K's pointed in his face, "Don't move, freeze!" His mind racing, run, throw the gun, shoot, squeeze But Malcolm came right to his senses, got down on his knees The saddest thing about life it keep revolving Same story, different niggas, same apartments Same gutter, same group of people starving Malcolm could've stayed in school and got a job though But this was all that Malcolm knew, he from Chicago Compare and contrast if Malcolm's from a rich town His whole life was planned out since he was six pounds Let me break it to a core so you can focus more At the age he started puberty he was smoking weed His eighth grade graduation he was toting heat His freshman year of high school he was posted (What you need) Before he saw his senior year his life was over Over It's over It's over Over