Intro (Poet/Pour-it) Lyrics

Let's go, let's go,

yeah, yeah

Pain

Let's go

Yeah

No, I can't let it go down bad fucked up. Yeah, I really come from the trenches

Learned how to get surgical,

cuz it wasn't no love in dz streets and dz bitches was ignant

Taught to be dolo and stand on my pivot and if a nigga try it

Bake em, don't play with dz pussy niggas cuz they dangerous. He gone tell even if he might shake some

They ain't gangsta

They just like to tote it wasn't real love. It was fake you was bogus

Pass me a cup & A pen. I'll (Poet/Pour-it) if you call me your brother

You don't owe me no loyalty, but you should feel like you owe it

You can't tell me you don't know who da fuck you can trust in my face when I know that you know it

I'm solid the type dat can gloat it. Damn. I wrecked it. boy I just got to drove it manifested it, I was potently hoping

I'm giving you game it look free cuz i'm open. You dun said I'm the realest an dat shit got me mad now.

Why? Cause I thought you been noticed? I been popping shit like oprah. On point and I just got to know you. You forgot I don't know you?

Gotta grab it out da air. I'm giving game like Rick. I've been through some painful shit

Staring at the Tatts in my face & my arm like damn, boy why It even had a to came to this

LongLiveYungJeff in my face.

My brother had a heart of a lion. No taming him

Pigs shot him in the back. He died knowing niggas wasn't facing him if the taser ineffective

Then nigga stop chasing him. See y'all be trying to make a nigga ahh vest up

Still tryna find the difference from me facing them who thinking 12 can't get touched. See that's da type of hit a young nigga pay for

Yeah, they'll stab you in the back if dey can't catch up

Shoot you in the back if Dey can't catch-up

No, I can't let it go down bad fucked up

Yeah, I really come from the trenches learned how to get surgical because it wasnt no love in dz streets

And dz bitches was ignant taught to be dolo and stand on my pivot & if a nigga try it

Bake em, an don't play with these pussy niggas cuz they dangerous

He gone tell even if he might shake some.

They ain't gangsta. They just like to tote it wasn't real love

It was fake you was bogus

Pass me a cup & A pen. I'll (Poet/Pour-it) if you call me your brother

You don't owe me no loyalty, but you should feel like you owe it

You can't tell me you don't know who da fuck you could trust in my face when I know that you know it

I'm solid. The type that can gloat it