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(feat. Texas Tantrum)


[Texas Tantrum]

My life, Guerilla Maab on the rise

Can't you see, can't yooooou seeee


[Hook x2: Texas Tantrum]

Can't you see, the life of a G

Can't you see, the pain on the streets

Can't you see, can't you see

What's troubling me


[Trae]

Get up out of my nightmare

I gotta get up, out of my dreams

Feeling the pains of hard times, and live in the streets

The murder rate increase, everytime I go to sleep

And everybody that I love, done came up deceased

A nigga see the struggle, and I wanna make it out

What's making me feeling worse, I'm dying without a doubt

Stress fucking me up, and running me to the ground

And even partnas be faking, when they be coming around

You niggaz can't relate, to living the broke life

When you praying to the Lord, that it be alright

Just to make it through the night, and see another day

And on the real, we be living it in the worst way


[Dougie D]

Next up in this motherfucking thang, taking a swang

And leaving niggaz, with motherfucking stains on brains

Sick of the drama, and sick of the past

Sick of motherfuckers acting feminine, and they only be faking

After all the shit, that we done seen and fight fo'

Hold they heads high, real rhymes to ride to

Never be another set, of motherfuckers

That'll be jumping up on the microphone, wrecking it the way we do

Young and black, broke and going through thangs

It's the money and the cars, and not milk it mayn

On a constant grind daily, to maintain

Doing all I can, to break bread and stay sane


[Hook x2]


[Dougie D]

Or can you tell me, what life like in the limelight

For everyday people, struggling just to eat right

On the cold of the night time, to the daylight

Gotta stay on my grind, and make sure that my child tight

I've been living my lifestyle, on the wild side

I've been carrying a glock nine, to protect mine

Fuck around with the Maab nigga, bitches is gon mind

Just the way that we gotta go get it, and get down

With some motherfucking thug niggaz, rough niggaz

Pulling pistols up out the draws nigga, bust niggaz

And it burn, when I pull a glock to rush niggaz

We forever gon keep a point nigga, what nigga


[Trae]

And how we spitting our game, and ducking the fed time

My nigga Donnie D, done made the headlines

I don't wanna see my nigga, locked up for lifetime

Best run up in the jail, in ten in Ridgetown

And go on a rampage, you niggaz already know

We living the last days, you know that I don't play

So give me the twin gauge, somebody gon feel the heat

When I'm going in a rage, a right to wanna pager

Think I'm going insane, my mind is untamed

With nobody to blame, I feel I can't change

And sick of living in pain, you motherfuckers

Gon pay, for every single thang


[Hook x2]


[Texas Tantrum]

Troubling meeeeee, can't you seeeee

Can't you see, ohhhhhhhhh-ohhh

Ooooohhhhhh, can't you see, can't you see

Can't you seeeeee