FTG

All these cases got my brodie on a house arrest
Probably the reason why he's popping all them percocets
Fightin' to stay awake I can't stop fuckin with the adderall
Raw work, dishin, hit the guys off with no minotaur
The situations I be spittin, this shit not a game
Know some mothers that lost their son and never been the same
All these medications in my blood so I can't feel the pain
District Attorney tryna put these numbers on me I can't feel the rain
Thank god I got away with all them unexpected chases

They say im gonna make it just stop picking up these cases
Thank god I overcame all them trial tribulations
They say im gonna make it just stop picking up these cases
Named shooters
It's different when you're shootin' for survival
Daily competition give no passes to my rivals
When you go and do a hit you gotta take responsibility
I dont care the situation you can't leave no liability

Grown up, we at the trap get it the hard way
Mama always lurkin, stash the work out in the hallway
If you in the hood you gotta keep it on you always
Youngins tryna get a name and murk a nigga broad day
So I keep a 30 on me, ain't no lackin homie
Run up in the house, adjust your action, get to clappin homie
Pistol action look like cameras flashin ain't no papparazzi
I dont fuck with niggas that aren't gang consider me a nazi

Hoppin out of foreigns now, we used to take the red line
I could put you on, just hit me back before that deadline
Heard them crackers on my ass, they want me doin' fed time
Kill them when the whole hood love em it happens everytime
It's mandatory, they let go some tears, if I shed mine
In this shit for clout, while I make sure you make the headlines
Guns blow, bodies get to droppin once that lead flyin
Bullets super hot they bound to cook em, leave your mans fried
Know this shit is pointless, we keep fallin, who gon' stand up
We sufferin' from hard times, & they dont understand us

Whole world just watching us crumble, but they ain't sayin' nothin
We can't trust the police, niggas dying with they hands up
Angels watching over me, the devil on my shoulders
They listen to them lectures, it sunk in when I got older
The block gon' love you back, man them streets will fuck you over
Seen some cold years I swear I lost so many soldiers
I done put on for the gang
I done put on for the gang

I done put on for the gang
Spin the block for the gang
Shoot a opp for the gang
Risk it all for the gang
I really lost brothers I ain't gon' see again
And they left behind people that really needed them
Some of my niggas got elbows, the state ain't freein them
It's still beef with them niggas, see 'em! we leavin' 'em



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Writer(s): 7981 Kal
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