chorus

everything could have been peace but he ran his mouth
beef and retaliation is like chess practice and plan it out
for every situation you don't have to dial your peeps on the phone
your not a man if you can't handle your own

verse won

my body bears allot of scars been shot at stabbed multiple times even hit by cars
when i was running wild thugged out kicked out of all the local bars
for fighting weapon hidden on the edge was how i was living
my own blood pissed off saying brother you tripping
shorty put me on to weed pounds of course i was dipping
giving back short pay a death-wish on the way
and some of the clientele i ripped off didn't play
type of cats to blow your family away
and just laugh at it money i had to have it
i sold pills got a head-ache here's a tablet