Sirens

Born eight days from December 1st

Was my momma born child

They laughed when I was at my worst

Yeah I say it's been a while

Behind this crooked smile they don't know em

So quick to put you in a hurst you've been warned

You better believe we killin' shit

Hop out Trackhawk leave em' in the dirt

And then we hit the fence

Trap house hot now

Had to close the curtains this some vacant shit

Lord I'm venting can you try to help me out

Straight from the trenches I don't wanna leave up out

Let's get it ****

Youngin' a standout

Yeah he had to grow up with them pickin' with em

Them **** fanned out

No it ain't no punting ain't tryna' kick it ****

Pop out ran down

And you know I'm touring around your city ****

No pity ****

No we ain't friends so keep this shit light

Don't ask if I'm alright

Blind by fakes I'm losing sight

Off X I'm up all night

Off X I'm up all night

Know you living wrong or right

So you better protect your life

Cuz it's gon' be some bullets flying

Mommas crying

Cop cars

Sirens

No I don't wanna speak about it

Can't sleep and I can't hide it at all

These **** tryna' brawl

And I don't answer calls fuck the law

I'm a dog

And you better stand tall

Cuz it ain't safe

They tryna' take your face hoping you don't go the wrong way

Got time I don't wanna waste

Nah they cannot take my place

With my brothers in the hallway

Better put them racks inside the safe

And stay the fuck from out my way