Slidin' On E

Every pen I write withs like a barrel aiming at yall
Every word I utters like a hair trigger on arms
Where they can always count on trauma yeah the body keeps score
Keep it P but move in quiet like I'm reading through psalms
Niggas look at me like I owe something
Out here in these streets moving fast we some road runners
I'm from where the youngins will slime you out like their nose running
When they dick ride the gate keepers that's code for something
You got the gun
I'm out the mud
Product of a young Pac and Suge
I write my wrongs - still seems they forgot my pub
Rerock the drugs life's a ghetto bitch rocking Uggs
Ay we the wave - ain't no nigga can stop the flood
I thought I told you ain't no stopping us
The games fucked up cuz they more concerned with who popular 
Like the label gave you a date I got the drop on ya
Familiar with the stench of a bitch 
I smell the WAP on ya nigga

Living in pain don't have the courage to step outside and be free
Hit propane keep me sane like that could never be me
Still recognize the smell of bitch even when sliding on E
That's why I keep an extra clip and got a minimum fee
What you gone do bout it?
I got ways I got I got ways ways
What you gone do bout it?
I got ways I got I got ways ways

Life been real it ain't been filmed all the way for real
Can't untuck the black truck or dying all them tapes concealed
I learned how to not give one fuck how I'm gone make you feel
Product of the product kept it solid you can't fake the real
We can go off life as they assume
Barcode til we hit the tomb
Living life on gram to count the grams behind the scenes
no need for BTS
She know the route to CVS no need for GPS
too devious for VVS
Stay on my kids like CPS
My baby a scout for real
Might can't afford cleats but still be in the field
Recite some recent trauma over mic and go from reel to deal
They killing niggas every day like
How I'm sposed to heal
Maaaaaan
I done felt a lot of ways
Overnight seen bars instead of stars I made a lot of plays
When it come to money and these hoes I don't know how to save
This shit got me staying out the way

Living in pain don't have the courage to step outside and be free
Hit propane keep me sane like that could never be me
Still recognize the smell of bitch even when sliding on E
That's why I keep an extra clip and got a minimum fee
What you gone do bout it?
I got ways I got I got ways ways
What you gone do bout it?
I got ways I got I got ways ways

I've been losing respect
for cats Idolized we watching them stand idly by
More tortured by aborted endorsements than when a child dies
They worship money but don't value shit
If you don't understand the business how the fuck you plan to stand on it
We seeing everything collapsing here
The west was built on genocide 
The campaign trail on top the trail of tears
Don't tax the billionaires and they don't pay their workers
But they say that immigration is to blame for all our hurting
Nah another merger nother IPO
They sending fixers to the Congo cuz brokers don't want their prices low
But we get locked for white and dro 
Self righteous but not righteous no
In vice grips from our vices living life on our devices though
But my advice is know your enemy
And treat em like they're family 
And make em feel vulnerable when you friendly
They chemically imbalanced but with chemical dependencies
But fuck it tho I'm fresh up out of empathy 

What you gone do bout it
What you gone do bout it"