Rittz, Twisted Insane - Positive Vibe lyrics

I come from the slum where punks get jumped
When they run they mouth, fuck a one-on-one
And the gun you brought, pull it out
I dare you
I ain't scared to die, matter fact
I'm prepared to last year flew by, thank God
I was thinking I ain't meant
To make it out alive
But, I did, it was time to devise
Of a plan to return, where do I decide?
Now I act more vicious
Rack some more business
Anyone'll get smacked down, fuck friendships
You can have a Men's Fitness subscription
And hit thе gym daily
And think you're invincible
When a pistol pulls, sing a diffеrent tune
Than you just did, shoulda never said shit
All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died
Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift
Shit is in the air, I swear, this young ho
That I know in my sub-division pregnant
She try to play out when I said she gained
I think about her pussy and
The punishment it's taken
Heard she moved out of state
And she married a vet
He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head
I was smoking with the homie and I asked him
What he thought about it, he said
"It depend what she did" if you want a gun
Hope it isn't hid in the shed
'Cause if there's any grief for the
Dead they been long gone
And Gwinnett is like a warzone
All the fly shit you're puttin' on
Got 'em followin' your car home
Not the task force, but the jack boys
They done been to prison once and
They ain't afraid to go back
Better lay it down
Show 'em where the dope at
You don't wanna end up gettin' toe tagged

When I'm walking outside
There's not a positive vibe in
The air right now had a lot of friends die
And the positive vibe that I had, I don't

I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna bullshit
Tripping at your mama house
She telling me to cool it
You shoulda, woulda, coulda
Now you're standing with my foot
Up in your tulip
I'ma pull up, man, but you won't ever do shit
You gon' have to eat the 45 for dinner
Ain't no money in pocket, no ride
No spinners sit up in the house so much
Alone and what I'm havin'
Fucking put 'em in the woods
And they survive all winter
Man, they gotta clear the room right now
You gon' make me get up
Sonic boom like Guile
Ain't no tough guy, I could double back
And have you running like it's track
You better back up 'fore I shoot like "blaow"
My name is in your mouth like you know it all
Better stay up at the mall
'fore you blow it all
I put it on my mama, when I catch 'em
I'ma shoot 'em
Until you're dead and do your head
Like it's a bowling ball
I've had it with the Mr nice Guy shit
Why, it's funny, man
I never knew you ride dick
Everybody told me it was
Something like a sidekick tight fit
Dick up in your booty for a nice whip
They tell me ain't no way that I can win
And now I'm thinking
"Where the fuck do I begin?"
I wish somebody would and I be
Waiting for you to talking
While you walk up out the door and
I pull up on a Schwinn, motherfucker
Go against me, I will never lose, move
Better watch it, you ain't gotta deuce, loose
Pent up and you're talking
Like you're Bruce-Bruce
Man, I get away like I'm a loose noose
I was ready for the head up
Ain't nobody even talkin' 'bout no rap shit
I ain't tripping
They can go ahead and U turn i be standing
Waiting with the shit that make 'em backflip

When I'm walking outside
There's not a positive vibe in
The air right now had a lot of friends die
And the positive vibe that I had, I don't