Armageddon - Joey Fatts

When I was young I seen my brothers load a hundred in a drum

99 slinging iron with crack underneath their tongue

Had me with 'em as a decoy just in case the feds come

Just watching their little brothers, sorry we don’t know nothing

It was me and lil crip robbing, hitting licks

Until we lost our section 8 and had to move on 65th

Pops got locked up serving yay, my momma working double shifts

Saying we gon' be okay, I know she tired than a bitch

Now my Auntie J tripping and we getting put out

Moving harder with Uncle Phil right there off Downey and South

All my cousins they knew the drill, they bout the same thing I’m bout

At McKinley, punch on anybody running their mouth

Fast forward, I’m getting money and I done got a little older

Got a chip on it for the times I got the cold shoulder

Young hot nigga but my heart got a lot colder

Who would’ve thought I was gon' be that nigga when I grow up

From stacking them boulders, me and them quarters

Now I get chauffeured

You smell that aroma, that OG my odor

You niggas bold huh

Tryna creep on the low huh

Oh you think I ain’t know huh

Til I pull up, get to bust

Don’t care bout no consequence or repercussion

Got smoke for whoever want it

All this codeine in my stomach

I was really outside thuggin'

Way before Chris Brown was tryna run it

But I still got the block jumping

Eight balls go for one hundred

Eight hundred for the whole onion

Ain’t nobody ain’t stepped on it

We got it

Stuck in the trenches

You niggas looking defenseless

Hop out my business

Coming for 'em like who is it

If you ain’t talking bout digits

Street life, I can’t enough though

All the streetlights and the gunsmoke

Better sleep tight with your gun close

Cause I’m at your neck bitch, cut throat

Yeah, it’s Fatts