Man Down* lyrics

(Snippet)

Hit em up we got a man down
Call a cop we got a man down
They say there no [?] up in that gettel with that metal

Sitting in the casket
Is when I first went to get the ratchet
sh*t is real, them white folks itching to do me like Emmett Till
And I can smell death in the air and you the kill
My mommy used to hold the barrettes and it was hot
And the nerve of you n*ggas say you started from the bottom
When theres real n*ggas dying, cops killing, metals flying
All that bullsh*t you selling, real n*ggas never buy
Fake n*ggas can't faze me, real n*ggas never die
Hella fry, I got perks and it's lean to me
I seen these perks turn my homies to a feen to me
If I keep lean on you, you can't lean on me
I'm in them trenches with them things on me
I'm gettin' money, I'm countin' a milli cash
They making memes of me
I'm everything you n*ggas dream to be
I'm at [??] on the top floor
Eatin' hell's chicken with the hot sauce
I can get you faded, get you knocked off, dropped off
Middle of the city, make an example of n*ggas
Talkin [??] , lit candles for n*ggas
You don't wanna see my dawg with his hand on the trigger
R.I.P. and [??] my n*ggas