Put That On Me

Motherfuckers better duck when I get cracking

'Cause I'll shoot up your block

Double-back and asked the cops, "What happened?"

I'm from the era of the yellow-tape barrier

Double-homicide like a twelve-gauge barrel

Seen it all, done it all, but I ain't dead yet

That's why I look at life like a Vietnam Vet

Young nigga, selling work on the step

Workers smokin' for his car, put in work for the set

I'm no longer only living for the purpose of the set

Even though at that time my whole life was a mess

Look, this hood shit is like a bucket-head bitch

Yeah, you know she ain't shit, you still fuck on that bitch

And to the naked eye, it's like you stuck on that bitch

But really how you see it, you just fucking that bitch

Truth be told, I really lost hope when I was sixteen

Like fuck life cuz, whatever nigga, Sixty

Man I put that on me

Young nigga, really came from nothing

Everything I got came from hustling

Man I put that on me

I was right there seven days a week

Four corners, one month, seven days a piece

Man I put that on me

I really bang, shot niggas in they own street

New killin's in the city over old beef

Man I put that on me

Streets won't let me breathe

I wish these streets would set me free

Man I put that on me

Take away my Grannies blessings, I be history

The bullets cuz shot through the 'Lac, wouldn't of missed me

OT, on my way back home

Out in Vegas, nigga had to flush 'bout eight zones

Two burners in the stash, 10 West doing ninety

Now what you think happened? Shit, Johnny got behind me

Eyes red from the smoke, Fats license revoked

Said, "Y'all two are straight, but the car got to go"

I'm like, "fuck."

'Cause I would jis up, I ain't superstitious, but this is some bullshit luck

To make it worse, when we got dropped at the Truck Center

Two white boys, threw a bottle like, "fuck niggas"

Hotels, didn't want to give us a room

Two cars in they lot, they try to say that it's full

We musta' walked 'til we found Greyhound

Spent the last the tickets, we was right downtown

Man I put that on me

Young nigga, really came from nothing

Everything I got came from hustling

Man I put that on me

I was right there seven days a week

Four corners, one month, seven days a piece

Man I put that on me

I really bang, shot niggas in they own street

New killin's in the city over old beef

Man I put that on me

Streets won't let me breathe

I wish these streets would set me free

Man I put that on me