It's Gucci
Mike Will

I'm hearin' shooters loadin' pistols while I'm brushin' my teeth
I get so many death threats it's gettin' normal to me
But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take
Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray
Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em sharpenin' knives
Main focus every day is make it out here alive
Take a shower in my boots and go to sleep in my shoes
Last night I had a dream some killers ran in my room
Tryin' to be patient but nigga I can't wait
Only chance to kill my enemies and beat my case
So when they ask me how I feel about 'em I can't say
You either with me, or against me, or you in my way
I got a pack of hungry wolves and if I don't feed 'em
Then they might turn on me, feel like I don't need 'em
I keep the best pedigree but hell I don't breed 'em
It's a lot of people scared of me and I can't blame 'em
They call me crazy so much, I think I'm startin' to believe 'em
I did some things to some people that was down right evil
Is it karma comin' back to me, so much drama
My own mama turned her back on me, and that's my mama
I lost three people close to me in one summer
Ten years later still don't know shot up my Hummer
But I bend I don't break, I don't ask I take
Black gloves and black tape, nigga it's my first day

F*ck, f*ck you

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