Got stressed out, baby mother in the house
Saying that our youts gonna pick up the habit
All up in my habitat can’t do my ting
So I’m only on sippin’ now, send for the drink
Hennessy for birthdays got me in the worst way
Know that I’m a DJ but I sip straight
Never with the mixer, foggy in the picture
Fight on the way home, knife to my dome
War time general, head’s not clear
So I gotta drop the drink, gotta face all my fears
Uncle on the ital, diet like Marley
Moving like a rasta in the market, Garvey
Ride on a Harley, fit like an E
So I take shots clear when I bark off my enemies
Catch him on the high road now a nigga sober
Ain’t no escapin’, life would be over
When I send shots with my mind all clear
My bullets aim straight you can die right here
A sign right here from the 5 and 0s
So the soul had to leave yeah the G had to go
