[Verse 1]
Only 12 and a half and already ducking them jabs
Fight back, just hoping that he last, he on his [bad word]  Huffing and puffing, getting tagged
See what this [bad word] feel, would only make them niggas laugh

He felt the [bad word] and [bad word] him right away, saw the devil in they eyes
 His homie looking straight, but something was different in him
 Not the same from yesterday, [bad word] 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 [bad word] set love aside, took his pride, [bad word] he had to rob

Threw on his hood and then he fired
 Fired and fired, fired and fire, the tires screech
Spirit of up out of reach, the young niggas swallowing yeast
 Trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh

[Hook]
I know niggas, that killed niggas, that killed niggas, that killed niggas
 That killed niggas, the cycle continues... the cycle continues

[Verse 2]
He only 17, his homies was his motive
He only 17, his momma never noticed
 Too busy paying bills, trying to 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 and him pretend, imitating if they was him

Got the pistol on him, loaded unloaded off and jam
Feels like niggas on him, so he look for them
First [bad word] wrong, heck-blam-blam to him
 Paranoia kills, kill or be killed

Let alone all them thugs, let alone all them [bad word] Treat his kind just 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 [bad word] 21, he feel like he the man
 This [bad word] 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, [bad word] what you order
Even dimes, think with a [bad word] mind

Adapted to them crime, living with regrets
In order to survive, gotta get high clashes with time
Paranoia hard through his body
Tryna love for a hobby, you know [bad word] with kids

Teaching them wasn't his, he EBT the corner store
 To go fill up the fridge, approached by a little [bad word] Hoddie over his still, looking down the barrel
 Woke a burner tucked aimed at his whig, let him fire, then he fire

[Hook]