Bugs and rust blown a shotty
Got more time then they both lived
36 36
Thats Word up to my first lick
I was going through the worse shit
I never ment to hurt you
That's word up to my first bitch
This the type of shit
make me take a slow drive
down My old block
Get a magnum and a blunt
From my old shop
Pull up on the old street
Light the blunt outside my old spot
Them times we was really banging
We use to call shots
Hand ting loaded we got 4 stocked
No gloves we used a old sock
It's been a rocky road
Why you think I'm so cocky yo
I just want you to be real
Fuck a horoscope
Really out here really on the road
Chopping banks shotting blow
Ride black wirh them tints
Me my ex and my kid
Ended up righting of my whip
Had me feeling like a div
No ride now
Got me on my tips
Life's cold can turn a man limp
Turn my boy rip
R I p
turn him to a mist
Deep down
He was going through some shit
So would it bin better if he lived
Really made me think
Do you get my drift
This life ain't what you think
You can lose it all in a blink
Pyrex in the sink
Microwave let it spin
Raphael Terry tibs
Robbery squad
Spinning cribs
I did it with my guy
Just me and him
So it's only him
Dat I'm bringing in
I don't really trap no more
I aint a drugga dealer
No cats no more
No falling asleep in the T
Fedz kicking down the bandoe door
Card boy, dropping funds
Few grand or more
I aimt a flashy guy
Selling dumps
The pins 10 24
When you pull up flash your lights
He never seen a dump before
The Card black and white
He already paid
Throw his fist
Jump back in dannys ride
They say I'm poly
And I ain't acting right
But i been through the maddest times
I want brought up
I was dragged up
ain't no happy life
Had to man up quick daddy died
No older man to teach me
How to act and fight
Fuck it grabbed a knife
Swung the shank
Hit him with my other hand
Stabbed him twice
Growing up was real kidulthood
Pissy flats full of trappy guys
Stolen cars and bikes
That flats got a metal door
But I bet there's cats inside
Baby ill be back
I'm Trapping by the seaside
Burning on a pack
Baby that's a 3.5
Bursting of the strap
Chasing down three guys
Dream all you want
But dreams lie
You don't need a army
To take over the world
You just need 3 guys
You gotta make it
how you want it to be like
She never been with a shooter before
Darling don't be shy
We can shoot your ex fella
Lets Creep by
They ain't even opps bro
I just got the job yo
Payment and the drop,
Let a shot blow
Welcome to the party
Pop smoke
Kicking with a barbie
sniffing Charlie
And I got a glock bro
Whoop bang like a bongo
Swerving in a jag and it's mapped
Alonso
Burner in my pants
Swervin them cops bro
Got a strap and I got clones
So i ain't tryna to stop no
I went mad when I lost bro
Hurt me bad
Turnt me to a lost soul
Took me of the right path
Put me on the wrong road
I was that quiet kid
A nice lad
Never did a thing wrong bro
No
