Damage
Be real wit myself first
Before I lie may the casket drop
One time for my oldheads
Still alive on dat Nolya block
Rest in peace to DeVante
He da reason we need it to stop
Got killed at 16
Aint discover his dreams
Wasnt givin no chances
But he did get a casket
To me dat truth is outlandish
Not only shootas do damage
Not only hittas reak havoc
Im fucked up wit Ree Havoc
Told on his whole set
And from what I know they Aint have it
Convos wit my young woes
All grown no snotty nose
Said he spoke for like 7 years
When he called my body got froze
Said he used to look up to me
Last chance since we last spoke
Shawty all da way on his dean
Aint no way he could get provoked
Beard Gang like philly
Im just glad he rebuilding
Im just proud he aint reckless
Dat shit bring detectives
Think he finding his purpose
And he tryna finesse it
I aint saying Im god and all
But da struggle preserves blessings
Unmatched no testing
This the shit im the best in
No need to finesse it
Just get on tracks and get reckless
Muva died I felt pressure
Then I rolled that pressure
Had a kid got lectured
But I kept it real wit no effort
Stayed down til I came up
And I swear to God I aint change up
Im just stacking my change up
These niggas fake they might change up
Til the end Ima stay real
Live by a real nigga code
But to haters Im heartless
And to a friend I got a heart of gold
I got alot of pain flowing in me
I rather be separated from alot of niggas
I just want a milli ends
Fuck a rental nigga
Pick a Bentley
And it come wit a Fonzworth cool
Shytin
I just expct you to hate on me
Shooter keep mac on his neck wit the shoestring
My mental fucked up
Dont vent bout it
Rather go write and record
Grandma Im cryin inside
I been dyin inside
Aint no help for me
Fuck a reverend
I done been talking to Mike and Josie Wells
Plenty nights I said a tear in cells
Mother father gone
Grandmother Grandfather gone
Meechi booboo gone
They done freed my twin
My brother been watching me since a Youngin
I told him watch this
Haters catch fits
Informants kiss clips
I don't got no time for no codefendant
They say with the witness
I rip the witness hear me
My nigga watching
Its E4A
I got that flow aint no under pay
They say its arrigance
Bitch it got it
Ima who dis nigga
Niggas fuck up the word play talent
I never word play silence
I need some more space hyphons
I gotta pay my dues
Listen
Omerta
Before I lie may the casket drop
One time for my oldheads
Still alive on dat Nolya block
Rest in peace to DeVante
He da reason we need it to stop
Got killed at 16
Aint discover his dreams
Wasnt givin no chances
But he did get a casket
To me dat truth is outlandish
Not only shootas do damage
Not only hittas reak havoc
Im fucked up wit Ree Havoc
Told on his whole set
And from what I know they Aint have it
Convos wit my young woes
All grown no snotty nose
Said he spoke for like 7 years
When he called my body got froze
Said he used to look up to me
Last chance since we last spoke
Shawty all da way on his dean
Aint no way he could get provoked
Beard Gang like philly
Im just glad he rebuilding
Im just proud he aint reckless
Dat shit bring detectives
Think he finding his purpose
And he tryna finesse it
I aint saying Im god and all
But da struggle preserves blessings
Unmatched no testing
This the shit im the best in
No need to finesse it
Just get on tracks and get reckless
Muva died I felt pressure
Then I rolled that pressure
Had a kid got lectured
But I kept it real wit no effort
Stayed down til I came up
And I swear to God I aint change up
Im just stacking my change up
These niggas fake they might change up
Til the end Ima stay real
Live by a real nigga code
But to haters Im heartless
And to a friend I got a heart of gold
I got alot of pain flowing in me
I rather be separated from alot of niggas
I just want a milli ends
Fuck a rental nigga
Pick a Bentley
And it come wit a Fonzworth cool
Shytin
I just expct you to hate on me
Shooter keep mac on his neck wit the shoestring
My mental fucked up
Dont vent bout it
Rather go write and record
Grandma Im cryin inside
I been dyin inside
Aint no help for me
Fuck a reverend
I done been talking to Mike and Josie Wells
Plenty nights I said a tear in cells
Mother father gone
Grandmother Grandfather gone
Meechi booboo gone
They done freed my twin
My brother been watching me since a Youngin
I told him watch this
Haters catch fits
Informants kiss clips
I don't got no time for no codefendant
They say with the witness
I rip the witness hear me
My nigga watching
Its E4A
I got that flow aint no under pay
They say its arrigance
Bitch it got it
Ima who dis nigga
Niggas fuck up the word play talent
I never word play silence
I need some more space hyphons
I gotta pay my dues
Listen
Omerta
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Writer(s): Jamelle Stewart
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