Throw Down (ft. Trae Tha Truth / The Godson)

Hate looking promise but debt

Put they sip and it's kinda drastic

Mama's get to sleep cause she

Vision me in the casket

Black say he cursed somehow

I feel like he passed it

Now I hit the hood with the k

And a piece of plastic

Both of my sisters gone, how the fuck

Is this shit another night

Right up to the just and my brother

That do a couple life

I know I'm supposed to be grateful

That never made me hate

For looking at my down on the table

Condition wouldn't state

But told them bring them back

But the doctor told me they were't able

Walk with me I show you a movie

That shit you see on cable

They found my homie mama murdered

Face inside a bible

He was basicly in the feel, now he suicidal

Damn, looking at my son

I only think to stay instead of thinking

What could end the worse I only think to break

Cause where I'm from they tell me

All gangsters go got a thing

Before I live and crash my dreams

I'm a fly the ground

Always a go down, always a show down

I'm on the up and up, 'cause niggas is low now

I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

Ah, I know that the fans listen

From the hood to hollywood it's a transition

Face under my hood just like a transmission

Grants the ambition

I recall reeling up and the grand missing

Mom christian, father was a black spade

Uncle funeral probly cause of a black gauge

I rap I'm paid and they well jealous

They almost got me, I shot 3 dell allish

I'm from the hood, medicate infidelis

If fred afraid then tell us, until that

Well money murda I'm about that

And they about it too, I'm tryina stay focused

God forgive me what I'm 'bout to do

I know more people in a coma, than diplomas

The gunpowder aroma with corona's on the corner

Well I play the stoop and then I spray de deuce

Niggas lie my homie trae the truth

Always a go down, always a show down

I'm on the up and up, 'cause niggas is low now

I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

Am I addicted to pain? We stumble in the sun

But we never slip in the rains

Is insanity sane?

Is I cray when higher arrive, now it's that bad

Rolling a blunt but exhalin' a black cloud

When I die, don't cry nigga, laugh loud

21 Guns salute with a mask

And the mask crowd shooter in the horker

But I don't wanna charge all so

Take off my pain as the emcee of the all feel

Brother gone, father gone

Couple of the homies gone

Time flying and I'm ready to get my lonely on

I wanna see time fly with the rollie on

Sorta like the blood in the crypt, mixed with the corleone

South african warrior blood, in my veins

With them rio warrior bars in my brains

With a tormented soul, to all my niggas

Roll with the cars and the gold

Of the money to grow old, yeah

Always a go down, always a show down

I'm on the up and up, 'cause niggas is low now

I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down