I got the zooms but Is it to soon to be a goon an diss Chris about the spoon, watch me cook him up, no bluffin’ (period)Got that ice in my veins, from the heat, I’m not rushin’(it's serious)Street tales, every corner got a story to tell (tired of hearing it)
Life on these blocks,fuck the cops I'm delirious
(Verse1)
My Fam got my back, but the trust is thin,
Watchin' snakes in the
grass, but I know where they been.
All this pain on my chest, got me rippin an grippin' the mic,
Story never told I'm Pourin’ out my soul in the dead of the night
Trap beat hittin', let me wetell you 'bout the struggle
Homicide on my mind, life stuck in a bubble
Muddbutts in the alley, sucking dick for tolls
Junkies chasin' dreams, but they losin’ all control.Heavy is the burden, weighin’ down my soulStreets painted red, stories never told
Cold nights, cold hearts, livin’ in the dark
Shots ring out, leave a permanent mark
Muddbutts tryna rise, but the system’s a shark
Junkies in the trap, playin’ their part
Homicide whispers, echo through the block
Every corner got a secret, every clock tickin' shock
Burden on my face, gotta keep it locked
Hard beats bangin’, this trap story’s unlocked
From the mud to the blood, we grind and we hustle.Junkies lost in the game, caught up in the shuffle
(Chorus)
Is it to soon to be a goon an diss Chris about the spoon, watch me cook him up, no bluffin’ (period)Got that ice in my veins, from the heat, I’m not rushin’(it's serious)Street tales, every corner got a story to tell (tired of hearing it)
Life on these blocks,fuck the cops I'm delirious
(Verse 2)
In the streets where the muddbutts roam,
Junkies lurking tryna brake in homes
heavy chest, heart turnin' cold stone,
Homicide tales, written in blood and bone.
Hard beats bumpin', trap sound blastin' loud,haters watchin' close in the shadowed crowd,Muddbutts schemin', junkies stayin' proud,Heart on my sleeve, gotta rise from the ground.Bullets burn hot, life on the line,
Only heard four shots, realign his spine,
Crystal whispers like a deadly sign,
Muddbutts creep, junkies decline,
Cuts down my arm but I’m built to shine.
Money and power, streets never sleep,
Dirty Murder secrets that the streets keep,
Muddbutts trappin', junkies in deep,
Burden pullin' me down, but I climb that steep.
This the hard trap, no time for mercy,
Movin' through the chaos, streets get dirty,
Muddbutts, junkies, stories get blurry,
Homicide life, cold and thirsty
Is it to soon to tell I'll consume a goin beat em with a broom to this tune smoking fruit of loom I think they doom cuz I'm just heating up like a junkie on a spoon
