Circumstances are like my
first fight I lost
It was swinging my arms bugging
adrenaline pumping
Oh shit this little nigga's thugging
I mean I was thirteen
I was nursing a knot on my face
But chose another time and a place
That I would avenge my last fight
cuz the same shit
Ain't gonna happen that
just happened last night
Knuckle game changed
quicker than lightning
Hit 'em or slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes
it's the fastlife
I try to give another nigga advice
shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cause this life
how many you get
How many niggas
do you know get two
Besides a nigga
who snitch to skip a life-bid
be one a' your crew
I don't respect killers
I respect OG knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules
but no guidance Lessons
detrimental to a young disciple
Focus take care of your brothers
niggas do as I do
Keep your enemies close
where they can see you
It's not your enemy who get you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
Mass confusion in my head
Killing me driving me mad
Got me wondering
can I trust my friends
Cuz they stick me in my back
every chance they get
Am I paranoid and if that's the case
Is it curable
Can you help me find my place
I can't handle this I'm losing it
With a loose grip
I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother save him from the
Evil demons in between us
came between us
I know you hate me don't you
I bet you sit and wish
my time never came
You probably rather see me
die in the game
You probably rather see me
die in a plane
Well ya'll see me up on top
of my dough
I get my money shit changed
And niggas start looking at me
different than this
And downplay the real nigga
shit to get with a bitch
But I'mma tell a
motherfucker like this
You only good as
what you come up against
Nigga you get what you get
Sure the grass is greener
on the other side of the fence
But any attempts and you gonna
need the guy in the trench
I'ma starter while you
riding the bench
You saying you a player
well I'm the one designing
your prints
Something to go by to let these
niggas know I
Don't believe in letting shit slide
nigga gonna die
Best friends since
high school seniors
Where the homeboys are meaner
but let the bullshit come bet ween us
Mass confusion in my head
Killing me driving me mad
Got me wondering
can I trust my friends
Cuz they stick me in my back
every chance they get
Am I paranoid and if that's the case
Is it curable
Can you help me find my place
I can't handle this I'm losing it
With a loose grip
I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother save him from the
Evil demons in between us
came between us
Ay this um
This song right here dedicated
to the homie Curtis Davis
We love you home Big Mello RIP
Facemob for life