Life or Death lyrics

[Intro]
(It be live in this muthaf*cka, Terk)
Ha, Goonrich, n*gga
I got a short temper, n*gga, huh
And we pullin' triggas, n*gga
Ha, (Ayy, Terk), don't get, (Sparkheem) ha

[Hook]
Life or death situation
Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin'
Hop out the car, young n*gga, chase 'em
I'm killin' n*ggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason
I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants
Construction worker, b*tch, I came from the pavement
Got a new phone, sh*t was delayin'
Rule number one, you gotta have a plan
I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand
I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan
He might seem real, but he ain't your man
He would've died, but that sh*t jammed
Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance
I know a real n*gga that kill for a band
You think you a man with that gun in your hand
Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van

[Verse]
'Bout to get a AP, I don't know the time
Got a real bad b*tch and you know she a dime
And I be off them drugs and I play with her mind
When I get home, b*tch, I'ma break your spine
These hot ass n*ggas keep droppin' them dimes
Old rappin' ass n*ggas join 64 live
Don't play with Goonrich, man, your ass gon' die
And I never forget I'ma send you to the sky
All them n*ggas bluffin', we the real homicide
You look at Goonew, see the pain in my eyes
These n*ggas crazy, think that sh*t is gon' slide
Yeah, I got shot, but it wasn't my time
That boy hidin', but that n*gga gon' die
This not a diss song, I'm statin' some facts
It's pack in the air, but I'm smokin' on [?]
Them dirty ass n*ggas, they smokin' on jacks
Uh, go, my goons on attack
Your girlfriend a whore, she got hit from the back
Slide on them n*ggas then we double back
I f*cked up my finger, got too many racks
I got a thirty-three, fifty attached
After this tape, might get on a jet
Been fightin' my body, I need me a rest
If I sign me a deal, guarantee it's a check
Uh, Big 64, b*tch, you know what I rep
If you f*ck with the opps then I'm takin' a step
I'm sippin' that drank, mixin' Wock' with the 'Tech
And b*tch, I'm a goon, that sh*t on my neck
I'm smokin' on opps, but you know the rest
I stay with my dog, I'm makin' 'em fetch
I been on the stove, I get into that
Got too many hustles, I need me a check
[Hook]
Life or death situation
Make a left, make a right, 'cause they fakin'
Hop out the car, young n*gga, chase 'em
I'm killin' n*ggas, man, I feel like I'm Jason
I'm from the hood, roaches, the vacants
Construction worker, b*tch, I came from the pavement
Got a new phone, sh*t was delayin'
Rule number one, you gotta have a plan
I'm stuck in the streets, I got cuts on my hand
I'm servin' hard drugs, I'm servin' that tan
He might seem real, but he ain't your man
He would've died, but that sh*t jammed
Too many racks and I'm doin' my dance
I know a real n*gga that kill for a band
You think you a man with that gun in your hand
Them 7.62's, when we hop out that van