Hectic - Sleepy D, Mozzy, E-Mozzy

Wake up in the morning

Ain’t that a blessing

Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon

Keep it on my hip, It’s hectic in my section

Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon

The street shit got my stressin'

The street shit got my stressin'

The street shit got my stressin'

Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon

Shooter gang locking in

Motherfuck the opposition

You know it’s one up top in the esophagus

shit

I’m just being honest my lil niggas is in company

He ain’t graduate from junior high he couldn’t accomplish it

Funk will never die out

They tryna wiggle out of it

Wet we don’t do it for acknowledgement

Stacking for these lawyer fees and bail fuck a scholarship

In Mozzy circle internal affair of politics

Backed on the homie for woofing I’m on that kinda shit

Ain’t no permissions when I’m sliding on my momma kids

Child of the slums having visions of me dying in it

If there occupants in your vehicle I’ll fire in it

If you die today I’ma ride today

And my biggest weapon gone find a place

To go and spray that shit

Cause I don’t play that shit

One day you here next day you gone

It’s all the same ass shit

We eat, sleep and breathe homicide

And full in love with that shit

I’ve been in the streets

I’m so in love with that bitch

I’m so in love with this bullshit

I’m so in love with getting rich

I’m 'bout it, 'til the day I go

Even more in love with my clique

No recreational sports to fall on hitting licks

Falling out with some niggas

Now it’s time for them to get hit

That love used to be love

Now the love ain’t shit

I’m stressing, for a blessing

It’s hectic, in my section

Everyday gotta keep a weapon for offense and my protection

Sleepy

Wake up in the morning

Ain’t that shit a blessing

Having bad dreams got me reaching for my weapon

I lost a couple bands but I took that as a lesson

I used my book smarts and street smarts as a weapon

Keep it real

A lot of niggas don’t make it out my section

Can’t fit

You’d rather drop a tale that squeeze your pistol

Be prepared

Cause anybody gang gone

You got snakes

Standing there standing in line trying to kill you

Make them niggas duck and hide

Every time we slide through

Every time I pull my firearm I’m trying to kill you

Making niggas choosing sides

You don’t slide it’s an issue

Making niggas choosing sides

You don’t slide it’s an issue