Lyrics : Kevin Pouya/Denzel Curry/Andrew Adolph/Jonathan Robert Whitmer/Kishaun Bailey
Music : Kevin Pouya/Denzel Curry/Andrew Adolph/Jonathan Robert Whitmer/Kishaun Bailey
[Intro: Pouya] Yuh
[Verse 1: Pouya] I feel the pressure of my pain, I been strugglin' to maintain
Yeah, I sit low in that Chevy, but I might switch back to that Range
Back in the drop-top, body rot, bloodstains trigaling down my face
Mindset now riddled with rage, grab the gauge, let me get all my [?], yuh
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry & Pouya] Let's take a walk to the home of the cage
We lookin' at the iron, ain't no denyin' it
My hood provided me nothin' but pain
And thinkin' that I can escape it with fame
When is the greatest artist in the game get slanged
When most of them battle with PTSD
My post-traumatic stress is decompressed because it won't decease (Yuh)
[Verse 3: Pouya] Two Florida boys came from the land where streets will break your heart
Takin' the life right out your eyes and leavin' you in the dark
The fame, the fortune, the hoes, none of it could ever feed my soul
Why do they leavin' in empty hole inside of me? Still I drive that road
[Verse 4: Denzel Curry] Why they always turnin' ignit?
That's how it go, that's the way that they has to be
Just know I'm keepin' the scene
Little they know that's a Florida mentality
Causin' the vision back in my session is a constant collision
They carry with switches put you out the commision with with so much bodies they not easin' the tention
N***a
[Chorus: Shakewell] Big, Big, Juice Tha Sip, I'm with Denzel that be lil' dropkick
Call Pouya, we just drop hits, be off a big deposits
Been walkin' 'round with twenty thousand on me just in optics
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
[Verse 5: KXLLSWXTCH] Ah
Your presence got me actin' out again 'til I dump
Made your b***h a break a ****in' neck to make me cum
Seven-one-four to the three-zero-five [?]
I made 3k just to hop on a stage and p***kin' your b***h was a bless, boy
I front problems everywhere, I look like, "what's up, boy"
Russian roulette, as soon as I wake up, let's try my luck, boy
Ain't nobody safe up in the cut, dumb b***h, don't talk
Slidin' on when I hit dust, can p***k on that b***h [?]
[Verse 6: Key Nyata] We ridin' on you like I'm from the dark side
Get you hog-tied for p***kin' around on the wrong side
When my pops died he took part of me with him
[?] died, I turned into a villian
I smoke and I smoke and I smoke, but I'm never chillin'
I've been itchin' to make a killin'
If it's money in it then I'm totaly with it
When I will [?] I get totally fridged
It get cold in my soul, feel like I'm ready to die
I'm alone on that road, but at least I'm makin' a try
We all from the trenches, I'm great for the witness that some of us made it out
When I was young it was kill about money
But now they just killin' for clout
[Chorus: Shakewell] Big, Big, Juice Tha Sip, I'm with Denzel that be lil' dropkick
Call Pouya, we just drop hits, be off a big deposits
Been walkin' 'round with twenty thousand on me just in optics
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit
Got head huntin', lead dumpin' goonies on they drop shit