MEAN (deluxe)

[INTRO]
Keep that heat down, homie.
Don’t mistake loyalty for weakness.
You pull that trigger, you better not miss.

[VERSE 1]
Been walkin’ through the fire since I came from the block,
Blood in my sneakers, pain in my talk.
I gave my word, never flipped, never ran,
But these fake-ass snakes never stick to the plan.
I seen friends turn to ops for a stack of that green,
They smile to your face, but their soul’s unclean.
I got hate in my DMs, shadows lurkin’ at night,
But I’m prayed up, strapped up, born for the fight.

[CHORUS]
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
You don’t want the smoke, don’t test my story!
I came from the mud, earned every scar I bleed,
Ain’t no fake love gonna bury my creed!
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
I’ve lost too many, my heart’s too stormy!
You can hate from a distance, but don’t cross that line,
‘Cause I’ll protect what’s mine.

[VERSE 2]
Ain’t nothin’ more deadly than a hater with envy,
They see you rise up, then they aim where you empty.
I lost real ones, buried brothers in dirt,
And every goodbye still fuckin’ hurts.
I ain’t proud of the rage, but it made me strong,
Carried the weight when the world did me wrong.
I hustle for the fam, keep the angels close,
But I swear, sometimes I feel like a ghost.
Tryin’ to breathe in a world full of fakes,
Tryin’ to heal from the love that breaks.
Every smile’s another lie in disguise,
Every handshake might come with knives.

[CHORUS]
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
You don’t know the demons that live inside me!
I’m built from loss, I’m wired with pain,
Still I walk proud through the thunder and rain!
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
You think you real? Come and show me!
I ain’t scared of no fake, no phony threat,
I bled for this respect.

[BRIDGE]
I’ve been betrayed, I’ve been crossed, I’ve been left for dead.
But I still stand, homie, I still raise my head.
You can’t kill what’s already survived the grave.
You can’t aim at a soul that’s too wild to be tamed.
So if you see me ridin’, don’t mistake my calm.
It’s the storm you ain’t ready for, not the bomb.

[CHORUS]
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
You don’t want the war that’s built inside me!
I’m fire, I’m pain, I’m the broken truth,
Still fightin’ for peace in a world so ruthless!
Don’t point, aim & shoot at me, homie!
I’ve been down, but I’m still holy!
Ain’t no bullet strong enough to stop my grind,
I live, I die, I rise each time!

[OUTRO]
Don’t point that piece at me, brother…
I’ve seen too many fall.
This life ain’t about flexin’,
It’s about survivin’ it all.
If you gotta aim at somethin’…
Aim at the pain.
Not the man who’s still standin’ in the rain.

Don't Point, Aim & Shoot at me Homie

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