"The Cycle" lyrics
Hard times create real niggas
Real niggas make good times
Good times create bitch niggas
Bitch ass niggas
And bitch niggas make it all rewind
But it'll be fine
Aye
Aye, I hope my funeral look beautiful when I die
'Cause all I saw was ugliness here while I was alive
Dying kinda suck, but it's also kinda cathartic
Knowing I departed and finished right where I started, in my mama's arms
Feeling warm, growing cold
Juxtaposed positions convincing me I'll grow old
Coming face to face with my maker, takin' a hold
Feelin' naked, but still aware of these blood stains on my clothes
Bullet hole left more than my right aorta exposed
Soul ain't left my body yet, probably best I let go
If bleedin' out don't kill me, then drownin' under the weight of the water
From all the tears that my mama crying will, for sure
All of this from a quick walk to the store
Runnin' through the six, but shit, this might be the end of my woes
My heart racin', I'm shakin', just breathin' in through my nose
Is this the end of my show?
My life flashin' 'fore my eyes
Will I survive and make it through this shit like everything I did from before?
Or maybe I died already, but if I didn't, then tell me
'Cause if I did, really how would I know?
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really
Hard times create real niggas
Real niggas make good times, times
Good times create bitch niggas
And bitch niggas make it all rewind
But we gon' be fine
Aye, aye, I told the guys I wasn't scared to slide, that's a lie
Shit, I only really got in the car 'cause I'm high
Keep it real, I just popped a pill 'cause I need it, tryna chill
I don't know if I'm scared to kill or to die
My mama called, I declined it
But in that moment I'm reminded I got shit to lose
And maybe she can save my soul
If I didn't have these ties, and one day I could walk in different shoes
But it's too late to pick and choose
Shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers
Type of niggas to go on a drill sober and laugh when this shit's over
Yeah, we different dudes, but please don't get this shit confused
Nigga, I ain't no bitch, you killed my dawg, we gotta take your life
Killin' you won't bring him back, hell nah, but it's gon' make it right
Drill season, track twelve, playin' at the light, make a right
I ain't even aiming, I'm shootin' every living thing in sight
Popped that nigga for sure
My life flashing before my eyes, I'm yellin' drive
They tryna spin, but now I'm tweakin' out, dawg, I'm ready to go
Maybe he died already, but if he didn't, then tell me
'Cause either way, man, really, how would I know?
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really
Real niggas make good times
Good times create bitch niggas
Bitch ass niggas
And bitch niggas make it all rewind
But it'll be fine
Aye
Aye, I hope my funeral look beautiful when I die
'Cause all I saw was ugliness here while I was alive
Dying kinda suck, but it's also kinda cathartic
Knowing I departed and finished right where I started, in my mama's arms
Feeling warm, growing cold
Juxtaposed positions convincing me I'll grow old
Coming face to face with my maker, takin' a hold
Feelin' naked, but still aware of these blood stains on my clothes
Bullet hole left more than my right aorta exposed
Soul ain't left my body yet, probably best I let go
If bleedin' out don't kill me, then drownin' under the weight of the water
From all the tears that my mama crying will, for sure
All of this from a quick walk to the store
Runnin' through the six, but shit, this might be the end of my woes
My heart racin', I'm shakin', just breathin' in through my nose
Is this the end of my show?
My life flashin' 'fore my eyes
Will I survive and make it through this shit like everything I did from before?
Or maybe I died already, but if I didn't, then tell me
'Cause if I did, really how would I know?
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really
Hard times create real niggas
Real niggas make good times, times
Good times create bitch niggas
And bitch niggas make it all rewind
But we gon' be fine
Aye, aye, I told the guys I wasn't scared to slide, that's a lie
Shit, I only really got in the car 'cause I'm high
Keep it real, I just popped a pill 'cause I need it, tryna chill
I don't know if I'm scared to kill or to die
My mama called, I declined it
But in that moment I'm reminded I got shit to lose
And maybe she can save my soul
If I didn't have these ties, and one day I could walk in different shoes
But it's too late to pick and choose
Shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers
Type of niggas to go on a drill sober and laugh when this shit's over
Yeah, we different dudes, but please don't get this shit confused
Nigga, I ain't no bitch, you killed my dawg, we gotta take your life
Killin' you won't bring him back, hell nah, but it's gon' make it right
Drill season, track twelve, playin' at the light, make a right
I ain't even aiming, I'm shootin' every living thing in sight
Popped that nigga for sure
My life flashing before my eyes, I'm yellin' drive
They tryna spin, but now I'm tweakin' out, dawg, I'm ready to go
Maybe he died already, but if he didn't, then tell me
'Cause either way, man, really, how would I know?
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really did this before
I ain't never really
