gmfu - extended version

English translation

Yeah, nigga.

Ayy.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Southside Villa.

Uh. Keep all this in it. Chicago.

Yeah.

Ayy.

Yeah.

Ayy. Yeah. Uh.

Ayy.

Yeah. Uh. Okay. I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up. I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad. Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up. I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

Ridin' with coward niggas with dreams, don't get a lot of sleep.

I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief.

Still in the hood, matter fact, I live on the hottest street.

Where gods is beefin', straight bullets to hit your partner cheap. This shit get wicked, whenever I step outside, I cock the piece.

Before I go out like a bitch, I let my Glock release, leave opps deceased.

I'm duckin' the rain shower.

The bang sound'll blow your eardrum, but the pain louder, I can't cower. There's smoke in the air and the strain sour.

Keep palo santo in my bedroom. I light it, then I manifest that I don't end up dead soon.

Paranoid, I can't help it. Been this way since a youngin'.

Nigga play, get to gunnin', get to gunnin', bitch, it's nothin'. I can't go out like a lame.

On the gang, I'ma bang. I'm sincere like Nas from Belly until the clip clear.

Uh, 'cause it ain't problems I'm chasin', but I put my life over yours.

I swear you not finna take it, on God. I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad. Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up. I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

Ridin' with heathens and rebels, dodgin' the demons and devils.

I got my feet to the pedal just tryna get through the underworld.

I smell blood in the air, tension is thick as a Southern girl.

These young niggas with switches send your clique to the other world. These vests just ain't gon' cut it these days.

The Glock commence the hood Olympics. Bust it in the air, start a fuckin' relay.

Outside on my side, it look like fuckin' D-Day.

So many high speeds, this shit sound like a fuckin' speedway. Niggas merciless, just murder shit, no peacin' up or truce.

If we work through shit and learn from shit, they see it as excuse.

Like niggas pussy, got you standin' on some shit that don't mean much.

Now niggas got smoke, they take your clique and roll a mean blunt.

And I ain't tryna be on the wrong side of the session.

The long rifle protectin' from powers that's tryna cut off the strong light I was blessed with. No disrespect is tolerated.

Turn niggas to trauma patients just tryna say that. . . I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad. Nigga really got me fucked up.

Nigga really got me fucked up.

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga.

Ayy.

Nigga playin' crazy 'til you pull up to his crib.

He was tryna fight, then caught a bullet to his rib.

I can't tell a lie, no, I can't never tell a fib.

We die the way we die because we live the way we live. Magazine full of. 556s, these niggas huntin'.

Catch that boy in the driveway, kill him like it was nothin'.

High speeds on the highway, tell shorty to flush it. Give a fuck if I die today, niggas knew I would bust it.

Young nigga been reckless as hell since sixth grade.

All he knew was the law of the land, get paid, and shootin' for jitplay. These niggas is bitch-made.

Did it dirt by his lonely 'cause niggas had snitch ways.

Keep the heat like the summer, be stone cold like the winter.

Don't fall for the setup, shorty, that shit for the beginners. We spend our whole life just to get that legal tender.

Keep the fire on our hip so he remember, nigga, I ain't goin' out bad.

Uh, ayy.

Niggas really got me fucked up.

Yeah.