LYRICS
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah
I miss my nigga, went white when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
On block, on a mission, at night we slide
Them niggas bitches while we hide
We like the Bulls in '95
Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs
If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried
One day, I might be fine
Gotta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street shit get exhaustin'
Probably the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he comе fight, but he tried
Bettеr news, it was off
Better do some shit now
Say I'm good and I might be lyin'
When our mamas was raisin' us
They ain't think we would grow up tryna be no damn killers
Bad-ass lil' boy, ain't never listen
And beatings just made his head bigger
Where I'm from, it's kill or be killed
When you drop out of school, still keep your with you
It's my fault when we lose, that's the price of bein' a breadwinner
I could talk on my shit when I mention the opps
But I know locals speak on dead niggas
Four members and four pistols in this car
We gon' hop out and squeeze on every trigger
She a freak when I be in the bed with her
Now I understand why he so damn tethered
I can't **** with a nigga that always act like a bitch
He must be a transgender
If you really clock shit, we apply that
Top of his head, we don't aim where his arm at
Get out the 'ville, you ain't ready for contact
Finish him, get over him, Mortal Combat
Why the opps keep droppin' this weak-ass disses?
Guess they expect me to respond back
Everything be harder for us in the trenches
Against us, all the odds stack
Put the gun down (Stop)
You will get gunned down (Boom)
Need a blunt to calm down
Pop me a pill up in the house of fun now
Mama told me I need to slow the **** down (**** down)
Next week, I was on the run now (Damn, damn)
[?] up, ran up right in her house (Skrrt)
Her step pops said, "Boy, just get out" (Get out)
Niggas outside ain't never sit down (Nah)
You the type gotta pay to get down
Only had beef with like one to two clowns
Shit change, now I got a list now
Check the list out, check the shit out (Oh)
He in love, I'll check this bitch out
Killers **** with killers, I get discounts
[?] the nigga, then I flew his bitch out
Boy, I won't know you (Boy, I won't know you)
On the block, it was hot outside
Meet [?]
So you know we got the Glocks outside
Tell him pull up and shoot, uh
Better pull up with a few, uh
Or get stuck like glue, uh
Old block, get a zoo
Yeah, I miss my nigga, went white when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
On block, on a mission, at night we slide
Them niggas bitches while we hide
We like the Bulls in '95
Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs
If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried
One day, I might be fine
Gotta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street shit get exhaustin'
Probably the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he come fight, but he tried
Better news, it was off
Better do some shit now
Say I'm good and I might be lyin'