Cycle

[Intro] Hood on, shoot till they drop nigga We'll be waiting for you 'round the corner nigga [Verse 1] Only 12 and a half and already ducking them jabs Fighting back, just hoping that he last, he on his ass Huffing and puffing, getting tagged See what this nigga feel, would only make them niggas laugh He felt the discomfort, ain't trust them right away Saw the devil in they eyes, his homie looking straight But something was different in him, not the same from yesterday, shit His whole demeanor changed, even his smile was strange, his childhood Never came, but dude was always gutter, he got it from his brother From his brother from his brother, brought pain onto his mother Once was elementary homies but now we attack each other Shit set love aside, took his pride, shit he had to ride Threw on his hood and then he fired Fired and fired, fired and fired, the tires screech Spirit of up out of reach, a young nigga's swallowing yeast Trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh [Hook] I know niggas, that kill niggas, that kill niggas, that kill niggas, that kill niggas The cycle continues, the cycle continues (Kill nigga, Kill nigga) [Verse 2] He only 17, his homies was his motive He only 17, his momma never noticed Too busy paying bills, tryna provide a meal Pay the rent and steal, her child live for a thrill Fulfill his niggas wishes, no more hugs and kisses No more "How you been," no more tucking in He with them other men, poppa never came So his cousin dem would pretend, imitating if they was him Got the pistol on him, loaded, loaded off of gin Feels like niggas on him, so he look for them First nigga wrong hat? Blam-blam to him Paranoia kills, kill or be killed Let alone all them thugs, let alone all them drugs Treat his kind like a bud, let's see how karma does Let's see how much he loves, shoot him up, shoot him up, bam-bam [Hook] [Verse 3] This nigga 21, he feel like he the man This nigga 21, his mom said be a man Love to sag his pants, pistol in his hand Feel he too advanced, him slipping out his chance Think he at his best, he hit the set he making orders Got them little niggas busting shots and flipping quarters An ounce a half double up, shit what you order Even dimes, think with a corrupted mind Adapted to them crimes, living with regrets In order to survive, gotta get high Cautious with time, paranoia hard through his body Trying love for a hobby, you know gangsters come with kids Teaching them wasn't his EBT the corner store, he go fill up the fridge Approached by a little nigga, hoodie over his lid, looking down a barrel Of a burner tucked, aimed at his wig, let him fire, then he fire [Hook]