Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Yukmouth - Losing Composure lyrics

I just can't take, this shit no more
I feel I'm losing my mind
But still I can't let go
The pain inside of my chest
About to make me blow
So run inside of my range
And I'll be forced to let go

I can't take it
I feel I'm losing composure
My attitude done got me clicking
But fuck it cause I'm a soldier
Lately I've been on that other shit
Like a mad dude stressing over my brother
Living in penitentiary blues
Never shed both tears
But I'm keeping a clip for them haters
With any reason opening fire
On a bitch made traitor
I've been falling off in my zone lately
And if one of these nigga run up on me
Then I'm letting em have it baby
And it ain't no if and maybe's
So shady with the way they living
If willing I'm drilling
Dealing with bitches that got me sinning
I'm trying to cope
But I feel like they really
Wanna bring it out me
When how many niggas out here
Say they down and I know they doubt me
It's fucked up, but I'mma pull a maneuver
Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you
Hard times
Got me mentally ready to bring it to you
Cause I'm young black and broke
With hopes of getting paid
You better disperse
Cause I feel like I wanna spray bitch

You can't assassinate my character
Whispering words of war
But I'm fed up with you son of a bitches
You've gone too far
Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool
So I'm straight to the horse's mouth
Me and my motherfucking tool
I love nothing and slug something
Every twenty minutes
Fuck with me and the murder scene
Just can't be prevented i'm hell bound
Will I be punished for thinking this way
A problem child of reason
I'm smoking and drinking today
Joseph, Douglas and Fraiser
We the niggas who made you
Fuck us over, and can't nobody save you
I'm the truth
Mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth
Get murdered in the streets
The way to get murdered in the booth
I'll ride for my niggas
And I'll die for my niggas
It ain't shit to let my 45
Fly for my niggas take a ride for my niggas
To the swamps and back so bear witness
To the motherfucking pumps I pack bitch

I can't stand the pain
I can't stand the rain
Taking penitentiary chances
Moving grams of caine i snatch your chain
Run in your house and grab them thangs
Hit the block like Ro and Trae
With them slabs of bang
Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev'
Don't make me turn this 211
To a 1-8-7 one in your head street sweeper
2-2-3's to capitate your legs
Break your legs
Like Kujo to shake the FED's
I break bread with my goons
Cause the streets gotta eat
And if it ain't no food on the streets
A dog show his teeth i'm a beast
Fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat
Creep stay on my feet
Ain't no mercy for the weak fuck you geeks
I'm trying to stretch this dope like yeast
Fuck the police
I go to court smoking a sweet talk shit
Like 50 Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek
I roll deep with the Guerilla Maab
I'm down for the beef nigga

Deep inside
I see they got a nigga spitting these verses
I got to get, but still it seem like I
Was blessed with the curses and deep inside
I know nobody give a fuck about me
So stay the fuck from round me
Cause bitch you tend to bring it out me
I heard some niggas looking for me
On the other side and if they come, I bet
They run into a homicide sending them slugs
And they won't stop until they get inside
Animosity in my chest
Done got me spitting wide and I ain't lying

Friends turn into foes
And foes turn into memories
No mask when I ride
To make sure a nigga remember me
My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta
Cause it's more than a concussion
When I touch a motherfucker
(forever Guerilla Maab)
And it's gon be for life
And it be retaliation
Then it's gon be tonight
I wish a nigga would
Run up and be laying it down
Locate his neighborhood
High ball and I'm spraying it down