For Tre, You Asked For "Somethin I'd Wanna Scream"
There was a god on radio, nigga gave me shit
When I was six and I was stupid but I knew I had to make it
Smack that hoe, bruh, she a nasty ass bitch
Try this man it'll get you fucked more than your girl did (shit!)
I could list fifty reasons why a fucker try to play me
Your girl she want my dick more than white bitches want Mercedes
I was stuntin now I'm frontin and I made it all from nothin
Got that gat in my backpack and I don't care if I gotta run man
He shoulda seen it comin but ay, I just wanted my hundred
They say I shoot to thrill, he beg, (but money's money), fuck man...
Northside nigga never made it out alive mama cried, they said they found twenty two bullets
in his side (man) That was my job nigga, pulled up solo, shoot and drive
I spent that night up drinking whiskey with your bitch right by my side...
uh, I creep when I sleep, boy don't you dare run up on me I got death watchin o' my shoulder
and he seeing what I see
Doing acid til I'm weak swervin your car down the street the fuckin' cops could never catch
I pray to god that I OD
I stunt on the men that like kickin me down
Fuckin with acid and shootin up my town
No discussion I ain't forgot nothin
