Betta Watch Me

(*talking*) Wake up-wake-up-wake up Man I hit the set, and them boys be getting ghost Ya know, they spooking but it's cool I'm bout to wake 'em up [Hook - 2x] You better watch me, cause I'm doing bad Plus I'm hurting, I gotta get weed Now where them goods at, playboy give me that And get them goods wrapped, I'll make you lean back [C-Murder] See my clock is on need fo', I'm 'ready tweeking I can't be sitting up here hurting, all weekend I keep on falling off, at the worst times And if I'm stuck it ain't my fault, I'm gon reverse mines My pain I'ma nourish mines, cause I'm sick with it Now where them ballers at, I'm looking for that big ticket Ten minutes from losing it, one day from locked up The way I'm living, sooner or later I'm gon be boxed up Nobody trusting me, they know how I'm coming I hit the block, and I swear I see them cowards running Putting they stash up, peeping out they windows Now why they tripping, I'm the exact opposite of 5-0 It's called survival, of the fittest I can't help it cause I'm with it, and you ain't with it I come to get it, yeah I did it I did that I can't take that back, so beat your feet back All y'all gon remember me, cause me ain't no joke Me do what me does, cause ain't no being broke I was raised in this, I ain't ask for this I tried changing my life, and now it's back to this Somebody pray for me, the Lord is testing me But them people, they gon have problems arresting me Now my lungs hurting, need that black vest And I feel like, jacking one of these rappers [Hook - 2x] [Fiend] Was 14 with the felons, while y'all did the misdemeanors Niggas my age, was pushing Beamers Niggas that sprayed, while using Ninas AK's and SK's, your chest cave Your neck shaved, and your waves turn to still water Hood on fire, racks of money steal daughters Kill fathers, pop a seed in your mama This routine, and you pussies thought you knew Fiend I'm from a city, where ery'thing crooked Where the right kind of money, meant the judge overlook it And I'm screwed up, I ain't talking Swishahouse 'Fore I learned to tie my shoes up, I was burning crews up My Ward verse your Ward, put them 22's up These 26's, make you put them 22's up This Mack-90 mean, I ain't giving you fuck But bullets, in that shiny new truck What you know about, fighting for five days Hanging niggas upside down, coming at you sideways A crooked H, going 67-5 And I add them three quarters for the ride, plus I'm high [Hook - 2x] [Popeye] I got this world in the tip of my pistol, shining like crystal on my waist Shadow ducking the barell, reflecting off in his face He's below his lace, so my tape's no longer lead Stomp in the Expedition, my mission was made to speed Blazing up the weed, tried my tint's and armored lint Checking up on my schedule, for all the Benz I spent Get the hustling broad, put the one out of socket Having enough to catch life, in all four of my pockets You understand, and click your hand late It's time to cope for what you never ate, guts and nuts on the dinner plate Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko [Hook - 2x]