Liqur Sto

Brought up in a war zone
Lord willing i can make it out
Whippin a 4 wheeler
Hit up at the store when he
Only had a pocket full of change
Nigga went up in his brain
Made him forefit
Back when i was poor rich
In the line for the blues
Knockin on the door
For a past due
Wit a Duece duece
Few tattoos
Bag full of apps
Know nigga might snap if he have to
Word to my mother
Don't gotta be blood to be brother
Keep a buck like we hunting
Aint fuck wit the Jake or the snake
Kept a rake for the flake
Murder rate
We go up in the summer
Don't gotta rain
Know it still will get muddy
These niggas get jealous
Then niggas get bloody
It went sumn like " why tf u been frontin"
Put two in his back
Now he don't gotta front em (Yeah)
They Caught him on the way to pay the car note
Nigga dead and gone now
Wheres waldo
(Lookin for him)
My trenches ain't nothing to mention
Where was yo shovel boi?
Where was u diggin?
Where was yo struggle
Boi where was u livin?
Where was yo ppls
Was they on that shit?
Was u cousin to pookie?
Was yo niggas sharing them shirts and them shoes?
Was you pistol whipped on the way home from school?
Probably not
Know too much info Probably op
Stay out the kitchen its probably hot
I set the table for all of my niggas
And ended up eatin the food out the pot
Cuz i want top
My vision is vivid
They vision is limited
I aint switch up
I just move a lil different
Who is yo man
I don't know yo intent
That Paranoia got me rollin California
Call and check up on him
He might need a shoulder
When he nice and sober
But tonight we on a different kinda roller
Coaster on the table
Vodka on the sofa
Pistol on the counter
Count up all the paper
Got too much then weigh it
How else can i say it

You aint been round here Before
Please dont make shit difficult
Caution tape they chalk em out
Right out front the liquor store

You don't stay round here no More
You moved out we movin slow
So for that we chalk you out
Right out front the liquor store

Locked in a cage
Heard the chain roll out
Had the glock
But he still got his brains Blowed out
Thru the clouds
I been goin thru a rainstorm I'd
Do twice if could nigga aint no Lie

Locked in a cage
Heard the chain roll out
Had the glock
But he still got his brains Blowed out
In the clouds
I been goin thru a rainstorm I'd
Do it twice if i could nigga aint no lie



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Writer(s): Domonike G
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