Victim

(アルバム： Demon & Mufasa - 2020)

(X this motherfucka slap)

[Yhung T.O.:]
This that, four Glocks in the whip
Bounce out tripping if the mops on they shit
I know karma is a bitch matter of time before it sit
If the police get behind us don't be driving like you sick
And before they pull us over we'll kick one on they ass
Thinking 'bout the things that I done did up in the past
Damn I miss my niggas, I can't cry so I'ma laugh
Do it get better in the end? Lord that's all I gotta ask

[DaBoii:]
Tryna ease my mind 'cause if I don't then that's a homicide
Took my lil' brother from me, left a nigga traumatized
I can see the hope when I be looking in my mama eyes
Gotta keep that pistol, I won't let 'em make my mama cry
Devil on my back, I can feel someone controlling me
Glock like my bitch and that bitch a take a soul for me
Pray I make it out this life, one day, hopefully
BIP Tu, I can feel you watching over me
God, why you taking everybody that's so close to me?
I want my niggas with me this is not how it's supposed to be
Smoke to ease my pain, I wish lil' bro could smoke this dope with me
Nigga ain't no folding me, bitch it ain't no ho in me
Barely even speak, I sit back and I just think a lot
Been going through some thangs all that pain made me chief a lot
Niggas wanna see me on that tee so I keep a Glock
Late nights talking to lil' bro, told 'em keep a spot

[Yhung T.O.:]
Niggas think they hard, but life get harder
I ask, "Why change?" if ain't nothing gone change so shit why bother?
I miss my brotha, I miss my brotha
And I don't wanna be another victim in these streets so I keep my gun tucked

Truth is, the truth less interesting than the lies
So lie straight to my face and don't you tell me that you lying
You gon' hurt me anyway if I'm prepared then I'll be fine
I know my mind fucked up, I'm fucked up in my mind
I'm trying to ease my mind 'cause if I don't it's gon' be pressure
Tryna figure out how they won't smoke up nigga's Tesla
Tryna figure out how I can live without my weapon
Tryna figure out how we keep walking through they section
Lot of bitches they be plotting on my kind side
All these niggas tryna hit me from the blind side
All these diamonds on my neck they came from Highline
How we get all of these guns? They came from blah, blah
I would never tell a soul all the shit I done did
I be clutching on this pole when I walk through the crib
God wouldn't've invented sins if he ain't want me to sin
Niggas praying that I lose since they don't want me to win

Niggas think they hard, but life get harder
I ask, "Why change?" if ain't nothing gone change so shit why bother?
I miss my brotha, I miss my brotha
And I don't wanna be another victim in these streets so I keep my gun tucked