Omega
(DzyOnDaBeat)
Got my education in prison
Got my education like, from the trenches, from the, from the block
Know I’m sayin'? Being involved and all that, yeah
I got my education in prison, but I can’t go to college
I run with all the older boys, but I don’t pay no homi
I can’t forget this shit I did, I hope it don’t come and haunt me
'Cause I die, I’ll probably and I don’t wan' be no army
I see the reaper when I lay down, I’m sleepin' when I’m walkin'
Nightmares be comin' easy, sweet dreams don’t come too often
I don’t remember, shit the other, I remember
I was talkin' to my shawty, I say
“I don’t remember gettin' yo' mama pregnant, but you came for my
I can’t even at Chuck-E-Cheese, she be takin' my coin”
She be puttin' them people in my face, she say I don’t be supporting
I was masked up, runnin' in Verizon and T-Mobile stores
'Cause all of my home boys were robbin' and wanting me to join
Now I be thinkin' 'bout catching bodies when I be gettin' borin'
I was stealin' cars and I ain’t know why when I got my own foreign
I be thuggin' hard and I don’t know why when all of my niggas be goin'
If I was in the state, I might be straight, I woulda had supporting
But now I’m dead, I’m in the feds, then people got no remorse
The judge be givin' me this look, but he don’t think I’m gorgeous
He gon' try to hit me with the book, but he don’t know my story
Shit been gettin' weird lately, I just play my part
Slidin' in a demon with some demons, tryna catch a corpse
This ain’t a fly fifty
In the middle of valentine, I had a different bitch here
I been tryna stop the perkies but it ain’t workin'
I don’t need nobody ridin' with me
I was thinkin' ‘bout the hood, my mama say “Don’t go there”
If it don’t go my way, this relationship ain’t goin' nowhere
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I’m too controllin'
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I’m too controllin'
Standing on niggas, I be steppin' on them
I ain’t comin' home until they fix that AC
I been on the road breakin' in vehicles lately
You got murder for hire? I need a job on the spot
Ayy yo' pass me a lighter, I’m tryna smoke me a opp
That’s a Rollie, Scott Dweller, a fly lil' fella, you are
Follow up with Berettas, I send some shells through yo' car
I’m back in that mode, back on that business
I tell em go and crash at the show and book a ticket
I’ma be the one and they know, the one that’s killin'
I keep tryna look for a drop, to get em dropped
Better make it count on this mission, 'cause slippers count
So whatchu' finna do if he slippin'? Get a mop
Fuck you thought? Know I’m sayin'
Fuck you mean “What I’ma do when I see em”?