Why the opposition callin' my lineTellin' me to come outsideI would, but I know they lyin'(I been through this shit before, you know?)Foe'nem told me keep my ironMy momma had a dream about me dyin'I told her that I hope she lyin'It's gon' be a homicideIt's gon' be a homicideFuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts)They told me they sick and tiredThey don't want to die todayWhatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'emI be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics2012 niggas wasn't with me in the 'partmentsI'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggersWhy you steady playin' ho? Let me be their fatherKill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge usWe can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God)And you know it's guaranteed when I say it's promiseAnd I got some shawtys that gon' shootThey gon' do the shit you ain't gon' doThey gon' slide through your block, they make calls on youYou hang with them and don'tsupposed to, it's gon' fall on youSpit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on youAnd you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money, til' it dawned on youAnd nigga I'll drill for 'emI ain't still signed to French but I'd kill for himWho said I ain't got no money, I'm like a mil' onYou trapped a ho inside the house, watch, she still goin'Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streetsTeachers said I might be dead 'cause I love the streetsAnd she still told me that my grades above a BThe streets don't love anyone, but they in love with meFuck with me and it's a homicideTry to clean my image with a turkey dryWent in '18 he gettin' out when he like 352018 I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racksLie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred liesHow the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries?And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why?Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder whyTryin' tuck my pride awayI ain't really tryin' to die todayCertain shit I can't tolerateWhy the opposition callin' my lineTellin' me to come outsideI would, but I know they lyin'(I been through this shit before, you know?)Foe'nem told me keep my ironMy momma had a dream about me dyin'I told her that I hope she lyin'It's gon' be a homicideIt's gon' be a homicideFuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts)They told me they sick and tiredThey don't want to die today