Bad Call Interlude
A bad call
A bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a bad call
Meechy he got killed
Show him no remorse at all
Shot him in the neck and his brain
Soon as my brother start to change that's when you niggas got some aim
And T was on that lean when he died
And Lawrence institutionalized
And gulp still locked up inside
So my block ain't the same
So when I go back home
I don't hit up the block
I hit up So so to cop
Cuz I'm tryna get fucked up
Pills plus the same shit from T's cup
Yeah I'm really high please wish a nigga luck
Pills lean and doja
But wait I'm posed to be sober
But missing meech
Hurt way more than a fucking hangover
Homie just touched down like the Super Bowl
I think his heads unusual
He said he smoking dead oops at they funeral
So I gotta follow suit
keep a knife to cut ties
Unless I want a suit tie
Things bang men change and so do I
So yeah I really be drinking
And I really be smoking
And it's really suicide but on accident
'Cause memories of the past and shit
When me and Meechy used to laugh as shit
Happiest man alive when had his kids
Now that's the only way I can remember my Brodie
They killed his killer shot him in the gut
And please tell me for what
So Both sides can get fucked Up whole missing the homie?
A bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a really bad call
I woke up to a bad call
Meechy he got killed
Show him no remorse at all
Shot him in the neck and his brain
Soon as my brother start to change that's when you niggas got some aim
And T was on that lean when he died
And Lawrence institutionalized
And gulp still locked up inside
So my block ain't the same
So when I go back home
I don't hit up the block
I hit up So so to cop
Cuz I'm tryna get fucked up
Pills plus the same shit from T's cup
Yeah I'm really high please wish a nigga luck
Pills lean and doja
But wait I'm posed to be sober
But missing meech
Hurt way more than a fucking hangover
Homie just touched down like the Super Bowl
I think his heads unusual
He said he smoking dead oops at they funeral
So I gotta follow suit
keep a knife to cut ties
Unless I want a suit tie
Things bang men change and so do I
So yeah I really be drinking
And I really be smoking
And it's really suicide but on accident
'Cause memories of the past and shit
When me and Meechy used to laugh as shit
Happiest man alive when had his kids
Now that's the only way I can remember my Brodie
They killed his killer shot him in the gut
And please tell me for what
So Both sides can get fucked Up whole missing the homie?
Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Raspberry
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