Текст песни Trae f Z-Ro, Yukmouth - Losing Composure
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[Hook]I just can`t take, this shit no moreI feel I`m losing my mind, but still I can`t let goThe pain inside of my chest, about to make me blowSo run inside of my range, and I`ll be forced to let go[Trae]I can`t take it, I feel I`m losing composureMy attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause I`m a soldierLately I`ve been on that other shit, like a mad dudeStressing over my brother, living in penitentiary bluesNever shed both tears, but I`m keeping a clip for them hatersWith any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitorI`ve been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these niggaRun up on me, then I`m letting em have it babyAnd it ain`t no if and maybe`s, so shady with the way they livingIf willing I`m drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinningI`m trying to cope, but I feel like they really wanna bring it out meWhen how many niggas out here, say they down and I know they doubt meIt`s fucked up, but I`ma pull a maneuverBobbing and weaving, and run it to youHard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you Cause I`m young black and broke, with hopes of getting paidYou better disperse, cause I feel like I wanna spray bitch[Hook][Z-Ro]You can`t assassinate my character, whispering words of warBut I`m fed up with you son of a bitches, you`ve gone too farMaking a mockery out of my name, ain`t coolSo I`m straight to the horse`s mouth, me and my motherfucking toolI love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutesFuck with me and the murder scene, just can`t be preventedI`m hell bound, will I be punished for thinking this wayA problem child of reason, I`m smoking and drinking todayJokes of Douglas and Fraiser, we the niggas who made youFuck us over, and can`t nobody save youI`m the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the boothI`ll ride for my niggas, and I`ll die for my niggasIt ain`t shit to let my 45, fly for my niggasTake a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and backSo bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps I pack bitch[Yukmouth]I can`t stand the pain, I can`t stand the rainTaking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caineI snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangsHit the block like Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bangStay on the grind, twenty-fo` sev`Don`t make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your headStreet sweeper, 2-2-3`s to capitate your legsBreak your legs, like Kujo to shake the FED`sI break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eatAnd if it ain`t no food on the streets, a dog show his teethI`m a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heatCreep stay on my feet, ain`t no mercy for the weakFuck you geeks, I`m trying to stress this dope like yeastFuck the police, I go to court smoking a sweetTalk shit, like 50 Cent I`ll put a hole in your cheekI roll deep with the Guerilla Maab, I`m down for the beef nigga[Hook][Trae]Deep inside, I see they got a nigga spitting these versesI got to get, but still it seem like I was blessed with the cursesAnd deep inside, I know nobody give a fuck about meSo stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out meI heard some niggas looking for me, on the other sideAnd if they come, I bet they run into a homicide Sending them slugs, and they won`t stop until they get insideAnimosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and I ain`t lying[Z-Ro]Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memoriesNo mask when I ride, to make sure a nigga remember meMy name bring pain, to the soul of a bustaCause it`s more than a concussion, when I touch a motherfucker(forever Guerilla Maab), and it`s gon be for lifeAnd it be retaliation, then it`s gon be tonightI wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it downLocate his neighborhood, high ball and I`m spraying it down[Hook - 2x]