Lets take it back to my days
We had to make sure we safe
More then a belt on the waist
Its funeral when it raise
That money wont take away
All of this pain round my way
Got mamas crying in rafes
Got mamas cryin in rafes
I carried bodies to graves
Got mamas crying it rafe
Money aint easing the pain
He son in jail with a blade
Money aint easy the pain

Iseen blood i seen a war
I seeen a bodie get left at the store
I seen a nigga wear gucci valore
He got a kid and give it support
I seen blood i brought a torch
I seen my nigga when he was a corps
I caught a feeling but never again
Dont know the feelin of loving of whore
All of my homies they ready to win
Pockets is heavy i walk with a limp
They got no money they walking with lint
Dont see nobody we shoot thru the tint
I get dollaz and all on my own
Ima real nigga they put it in stone
Write me a cheque out for all of this pain
Just so my momma can cry in a rafe

I came from bodies and scars
Momma son turn to a star
She rather cry understars
No more tear and the bars
Want private planes with a yard
But money wont take awaay
So we just cry under

Lets take it back to my days
We had to make sure we safe
More then a belt on the waist
Its funeral when it raise
That money wont take away
All of this pain round my way
Got mamas crying in rafes
Got mamas cryin in rafes
I carried bodies to graves
Got mamas crying it rafe
Money aint easing the pain
He son in jail with a blade
Money aint easy the pain
I caught a deal and i never looked back
We see a op and we onocking a limp
I put my homie

How can i l
Call me im bring
I been thru war by myself
So
U seen the pain in his