(you gon crash homie)

yo put the stove on the shelf it's on standby

all these voices in my head think I'm a crazy guy

I'm paranoid bitch I'm paranoid

knowin if I evva slip they be glad I died

keep a forty with a dick on my waistline

switch the pistol from my hip let that thang fire

they say the good die young why the fake alive?

nigga fuck the other side tell em take mine

(you gon crash homie)

(you gon crash homie)

when you grow up in the trap you don't see shit

errything around us die we don't need shit

ain't nobody here to guide just me bitch

ghetto nigga to the bone ima die wit it

I could nevva be a clone ima slide wit it

got a pocket full of stones ima die wit it

bitch I'm in another zone ima die wit it

yeah

(you gon crash homie)

(you gon crash homie)

I been in these streets I been in these streets

codeine got me all in a mood

I been in these streets I been in these streets

cause baby I got nothin to lose

(pourin up pourin up pourin up)

baby I got nothin to lose

(pourin up pourin up pourin up)

nothin to lose

(pourin up pourin up pourin up)

(you gon crash homie)

(you gon crash homie)

baby I got nothin to lose

(you gon crash homie)