Текст песни D.E.A.D - VII

Got a short fuse and a big team, this time it's

Charlie Chopped It Up

And my sig been the Sauer with the beam, hardly got a tag, right, I
Speak the language of the streets and the class, I'm a polyglot
Got 1, 2, 3, shorties from my past that would date and commit to a foursome, that's poly math
Look
Niggas make my stomach turn, it's a spiral, the blues made them waters home like a Poliwag
They be even more famous in the pokey, Dex mighta had a show up in that bitch, I could prolly ask
Debt settlement with sticks thinning cast stones, niggas should be cast iron, they gon make it out safe
I ain't even outside, try not to be out late, but cuz of where I stay it still be clips in my outtakes
Niggas sent me back home, ain't have no plan, held bread from me knowin I could get my wig split
Ironically, I copped a Lincoln with the theater sound, ain't a bush to beat around, I been poppin big shit
Saratoga looked like paradise and was Hell
They was holdin all the cards, they had one tell
Long as niggas stayed up out the way, I'd survive, but wake up in cold sweats while flashbacks stacked of gun shells, blunt smoke and blood smells
Know that I grew up well
Two parents, not a lotta struggle, name rung bells
When it was hard we had each other through it all, Doin Everything Alone Dumb, friends stood and some fell
Doin.Everything.Alone.Dumb
Even as an acronym, I drove myself to death through 50-song runs
Neurochemically I had to step up out my zone, but tight as man to man is, it's all covered when that zone come
And Outwest ain't no Zone 6
Them niggas never start to love you when they start to see them songs hit
My hood love me for the wrong shit
I did enough for festivals but not enough to make them songs stick
I try to keep it to the songs cuz shorties want love, I never gave that but I can give em... ay
My body count undercover but the clip stay on John Wick