Soliloquy - Haiti Babii

Got a warrant for my arrest

Fuck goin' down now

Talk to 'em

Lately I been feelin' like I’m livin' in my last days

Death my last challenge, ain’t no overcomin' that

Money over bitches, ain’t no nigga have to teach me that

You ain’t 'bout that murder gang, you just love to carry strap

Warrant for my arrest, so I had to kick my whole family out

Nigga got a felony, still ridin' with that thang on me

I don’t do the sneaky link, these freak bitches get no dick

Cave a nigga face in for speakin' on the murder gang

And when I shoot 'em, I’ma stand over 'em and shoot 'em again

Motherfucka think that I’m playin', what the fuck is you sayin'?

Heart beatin' fast, them motherfuckas runnin' from the bullets, ah

Never been a pussy, never been afraid to pull it (Uh huh)

Gimme that bullshit, you notice I’m a gangsta motherfucka

Think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (Talk to 'em)

Motherfuckas think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (What else?)

Bitch, you bleed like I bleed, it’s a man in the mirror

Lookin' back at my life, man you lookin' familiar

Is the devil a lie?

'Cause he all in my head

Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead (Man)

(Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead) (Come on)

As you tell a motherfucka no, he quick to go bust on yo' ass

Motherfuckas get choppas and they blowin' at yo' ass

I’ma live by the gun, die by the gun, that’s how I’m raised (Yeah)

Motherfuckas ain’t never been shot, only a graze

I ain’t the type to wear my heart on my sleeve,

But I think that love is a fairytale told by the haters

Maybe when I die, finally find peace, ain’t no love in these streets

So my motto for tomorrow is «Get paid»

And I ain’t worried 'bout no nigga, I ain’t no ho, bitch (Ho, bitch)

Put down that sticky-icky and get that blicky, get to trippin' (Grrah)

Nigga know I’m trippin', on my mama, I been—

Lord, please wash away my sins

For all my fallen angels, we just tryna win

It’s only one way to make it out this hood shit

It’s two ways to go though

Death or in jail

God, take care of my family

Watch over me, give me strength, give me power

Shower me with love

(Is there heaven for a thug?)

I been talkin' to myself these late nights

Feelin' like—

I been learnin' who I am, learnin' myself, you know?

But I can’t seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh

Money won’t change me

Bitches won’t break me

The streets don’t make me

Give a fuck if they hate me