"Violent" lyrics
I wish I could call Boog and Tink
They ain't even answer though
It's like 5 in the morning
I'm in the stu recording
Out in LA getting fried
Thinking 'bout my bros, getting high
Take a ride down Rodeo Drive
Looking at the palm trees outside
If you ask how I been imma lie
Bad dreams keep me up through the night
On edge tryna live my life
Coping with drugs hoping imma be fine
Chopstick on me while riding
Try to trip me I'm firing
Killers you know I'm tied in
Fuck peace we want violence
My girl know I'm violent
Heard a knock at the door, demons walked in
Friends with the reaper, my best friend
Won't cross me out, he took me in
I'm hurtin
Depression came back again
Feel like I'm cursed, keep losing my friends
Poppin' back to back I done took all the Xans
Blood for my bro all I'm seeing is red
We gotta score we ain't making amendce
No waving no flags, they killed my mans
They want me dead, won't give 'em a chance
On my way to the A, if I'm M.I.A, I've been M.I.A, friends ask me where I been
Soon as I get off the plane, I'm thinking 'bout brains, picking up Drac when I land
I put some opps in the grave, left streets on they stains, no angels protecting the clan
I lost Boog, I lost Tink, can't forget about Mane weren't part of the plan
I'm on the phone having talks with Satan
Suit up myself I'm tired of waiting
Ain't no fun in the streets no more, they changed
I don't care where you from, better watch who you hangin
Still in the hot tryna catch one dangling
Shoot in the crowd with the switch I wave it
Sliding for real, I hate that I'm famous
Niggas ain't street just pictures they painted
Doing shit for a image, these niggas ain't gangsta
I got a heart full of hurt, drugs just don't work, ain't no healin' this heart full of anger
I'm having talks with Ro
Poppin' Xans, taking them by the four
Tired of crying feel I'm losing hope
If I'm keeping it real I'm ready to go
If you with me for real just let me know
Tired of people pretending they care when they don't
The shit they did, they said they won't
Soul been gone, ain't come back home
Getting high as fuck while ridin'
Strapped, riding 'round down Rodeo Drive
Gravediggers and demons with me outside
Told Mama I'm fine, let her know I'm alright
I'm safe with the killers who creep through the night
Praying no more of my niggas nem die
Lil Ro would still be alive if he wasn't outside with a nigga who won't blow they fye
Out in LA getting fried
Thinking 'bout my bros, getting high
Take a ride down Rodeo Drive
Looking at the palm trees outside
If you ask how I been imma lie
Bad dreams keep me up through the night
On edge tryna live my life
Coping with drugs hoping imma be fine
Chopstick on me while riding
Try to trip me I'm firing
Killers you know I'm tied in
Fuck peace we want violence
They ain't even answer though
It's like 5 in the morning
I'm in the stu recording
Out in LA getting fried
Thinking 'bout my bros, getting high
Take a ride down Rodeo Drive
Looking at the palm trees outside
If you ask how I been imma lie
Bad dreams keep me up through the night
On edge tryna live my life
Coping with drugs hoping imma be fine
Chopstick on me while riding
Try to trip me I'm firing
Killers you know I'm tied in
Fuck peace we want violence
My girl know I'm violent
Heard a knock at the door, demons walked in
Friends with the reaper, my best friend
Won't cross me out, he took me in
I'm hurtin
Depression came back again
Feel like I'm cursed, keep losing my friends
Poppin' back to back I done took all the Xans
Blood for my bro all I'm seeing is red
We gotta score we ain't making amendce
No waving no flags, they killed my mans
They want me dead, won't give 'em a chance
On my way to the A, if I'm M.I.A, I've been M.I.A, friends ask me where I been
Soon as I get off the plane, I'm thinking 'bout brains, picking up Drac when I land
I put some opps in the grave, left streets on they stains, no angels protecting the clan
I lost Boog, I lost Tink, can't forget about Mane weren't part of the plan
I'm on the phone having talks with Satan
Suit up myself I'm tired of waiting
Ain't no fun in the streets no more, they changed
I don't care where you from, better watch who you hangin
Still in the hot tryna catch one dangling
Shoot in the crowd with the switch I wave it
Sliding for real, I hate that I'm famous
Niggas ain't street just pictures they painted
Doing shit for a image, these niggas ain't gangsta
I got a heart full of hurt, drugs just don't work, ain't no healin' this heart full of anger
I'm having talks with Ro
Poppin' Xans, taking them by the four
Tired of crying feel I'm losing hope
If I'm keeping it real I'm ready to go
If you with me for real just let me know
Tired of people pretending they care when they don't
The shit they did, they said they won't
Soul been gone, ain't come back home
Getting high as fuck while ridin'
Strapped, riding 'round down Rodeo Drive
Gravediggers and demons with me outside
Told Mama I'm fine, let her know I'm alright
I'm safe with the killers who creep through the night
Praying no more of my niggas nem die
Lil Ro would still be alive if he wasn't outside with a nigga who won't blow they fye
Out in LA getting fried
Thinking 'bout my bros, getting high
Take a ride down Rodeo Drive
Looking at the palm trees outside
If you ask how I been imma lie
Bad dreams keep me up through the night
On edge tryna live my life
Coping with drugs hoping imma be fine
Chopstick on me while riding
Try to trip me I'm firing
Killers you know I'm tied in
Fuck peace we want violence
