Told me my cousin might not make it thru the night that shit hit me hard
Feel like I ain’t got no choice but to slang that rod
Cause these niggas out to get me wanna see me gone
I was out here flipping bundles I was servin raw
Til these niggas got to blickin ian have no stick
I’m like should I get to runnin or stand on my dick
Called up big bro for a pistol said I’m wit the shits
Heard You cliquin wit the opps can’t do me like I’m rich
My dog Cory touched 100 by like 21
Now he locked up and the cage got caught wit sum rocks
My cousin ju stuck and the system kno he miss his son
I hope my dawgs don’t get caught slipping always keep dey gun
I done trapped so much I got dis shit stuck in my brain
I’m like would it have been different if I had sum change
Coulda bought my mom a crib and all the finer things
Coulda bought a couple glizzys gave em to da gang
But nah, shit been different now
Told my girl to please come here I need you hear right now
I can put you inna crib if you show me real love
But if I die up in this trap how you gon carry on
Cause these streets been gettin wicked and We active in it
Bro throwin bullets at the opps he qua rterbackin wit it
Can’t say bro name jus kno he gang and he gon blast yo fitted
Don’t care wen death gon call my name jus can’t go out no victim