Why you bother, Brenda? What's wrong, Daddy? I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker. He just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day. You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't eat, you don't do a goddamn thing. I see death around the corner. Gotta stay high while I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die. If they bury me, bury me at the sea, nigga. No need to worry, I expect retaliation in a hurry. I see death around the corner. Any day, tryna keep it together. No one lives forever anyway, struggling, striving. My destiny's to die, keep my finger on the trigger. No mercy in my eyes and the ball of confusion. I'm thinkin' bout my daddy, madder than a motherfucker. They never should've had me. I guess I've seen too many murders. The doctors can't help me, got me stressin' with my fist to win the sheets. He lay healthy in my paranoia, tell me the truth. I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot. Ran out the window and my mind can't take the stress. I'm out of breath, made me wanna kill my damn self. But I see death around the corner. We were kids. We longin' for the good. I see death around the corner. But havin' respect, that feels even better. I see death around the corner. When we were kids, we longin' for the good. I see death around the corner. But havin' respect, that feels even better. I see death around the corner. The press is gettin' to me, I no longer trust my homies. Them phonies try to do me, smokin' too much weed. I'm in paranoid stress, back to gettin' the vest. Under my clothes when I dress. Here's hopin' I die the way I live, straight thuggin'. I'll get my trigger for all the niggas that was buggin'. My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers. They fuck like they your homies, but they phony motherfuckers. And even if I did die young, who cares? All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares. Got homies in my head, nothing passed away. Screamin', please, young nigga, make G's. I can't give up, although I'm hopeless. I think my mind's gone. All I can do is get my grind on. Death around the corner. When we were kids, we longin' to go cutty. But I think respect, that feels even better. When we were kids, we longin' to go cutty. But I think respect, that feels even better. I was, I was raised in the city. Shitty ever since I was a itty bitty kitty. Drank a lick out my mama's titty. And smokin' weed was an everyday thing in my household. And drank a liquor till you out cold. And though I'm grown now, nigga, it's still on pow. Bustin' on them niggas till they gone. How many more jealous-ass bitches comin' for my riches? Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone. Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches will start shit. Excuse me, but this is where we part, bitch. No more game for free. Please explain to me why niggas trip, bitch. Who you came to see? Murder ain't never see me later, man. That's on my pops. I got homies that'll hunt you till you drop. I hope the Lord can forgive me. I was a G and gettin' high was a way of bein free. I see Death around the corner. When we were kids, we longing for God. But havin' respect, that feels even better. When we were kids, we longing for God. But havin' respect, that feels even better. That's for all the real mother fuckin' niggas out there. I know you ain't skate it. Nah, we all gotta go, you know. A real mother fucker pick the time we go. And make some money in this motherfuckin' game. Y'all niggas stop actin' like pussies out here, alright? You're gonna hate me. Tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like that. I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the ground! I wanna go to Middle mountains with a fist on his leg! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the ground! I wanna go to Middle mountains with a fist on his leg! I want that son of a bitch dead! I want him dead! I want him dead!