Conscience
Dese niggas is not fr
If it come down to it who gone slide fr
And they say time heal
But I got niggas dat died fr
They playin both sides of da field
Keep da steal ima tweak up da violence
Bruno deep under but his mama keep smiling
Name on da stone but dats not Wea his body
And she say I'm real
Plus I'm yo lady it's ok to confide in
Issues wit trust I usually keep silent
But how ima trust when you don't got variety
Soon as we fuss now yo friends kno our problems
Shit we discuss I jus keep it in private
She we discuss I won't tell nobody
I need me sum runts jus to clear up my conscience
I need me a red bone, drop da top in da vert
She don't got legroom
tj and fredo, they jus cop sum syrup but I tryn to let go
Watch what you say doe a couple of words can get you a head stone
We don't call it stepped on, we don't wipe yo nose, we jus get ya head blown
I'm keeping my head strong
I got real pain and hurt
Some my niggas mind frame done dispersed
Its like you done took a turn for da worse
I will not judge cus it's neva 4eva
I'm from da mud so 4eva is neva
Cry to da sky while I'm clutching my metal
I pray to god den go dance wit da devil
Dick on da dessy it's strapped like a dike
Thoughts gettin heavy I vent to da mic
I don't got no heart like I don't go no likes
I don't got no heart but I'm still livin life
Ima zombie honestly, I'm hustling,me and money gotta decent camaraderie
Soul stuck to the streets it gotta be
Why else would I be thinkin bout robberies
Oh yea? It's been a lil minute but don't think I forgot what you said
I watched you change on ya nigga for bread
I ain't have no bread and you left me for dead
Faking a image jus to get cred
Bullets broke thru his skin and he bled
Dat boy broke in a crib to get fed
And He can't get dat shit out his head
Momma I kno I'm not perfect I'm sorry
Who knew I'd be doin dis shit for De'Mari
It's not da same as it was when we started
Yea a lot of my niggas departed
If you don't love me nomo den fuck you for show
Dese niggas not gangsta they buckin for show
Aye tj dis da content you was talkin bout
For you any nigga outline his chalk
They say Dat boy got sparked
I heard he couldn't walk what he talk
They say Dat boy put up
It's like he don't turned into a cop
I don't be dickridin niggas inda city
I'll never ask a bitch for no pitty
I'll never expect no nigga to spare me
If you tote a pole den jus kno how to carry
Barely gone talk so watch what you say
Put a ring on sum money and shoot out a bouquet money gone sprout like a flower
Speakin of flowers dats what I smoke
Speakin of smoke what happen to bro
Speakin of bro, nobody knows
Talkin bout mine is a quick way to go
You shoot we shoot it's da same thing
Most of my thoughts they contain pain
You hurt I hurt same pain but we don't handle it da same way
See me I jus gotta get even
They say he conniving and evil
But he do dis for his people
Fresh to death you not my equal
When I step out dese hoes get da needle
Soul trapped to da streets da sequel
Dis really what's on my cerebral
Tapping in my brain for da old me
Won't trip bout no change dat you owe me
Loss in my way and it's solely cus my Soul trapped to streets it showed me dat
If it come down to it who gone slide fr
And they say time heal
But I got niggas dat died fr
They playin both sides of da field
Keep da steal ima tweak up da violence
Bruno deep under but his mama keep smiling
Name on da stone but dats not Wea his body
And she say I'm real
Plus I'm yo lady it's ok to confide in
Issues wit trust I usually keep silent
But how ima trust when you don't got variety
Soon as we fuss now yo friends kno our problems
Shit we discuss I jus keep it in private
She we discuss I won't tell nobody
I need me sum runts jus to clear up my conscience
I need me a red bone, drop da top in da vert
She don't got legroom
tj and fredo, they jus cop sum syrup but I tryn to let go
Watch what you say doe a couple of words can get you a head stone
We don't call it stepped on, we don't wipe yo nose, we jus get ya head blown
I'm keeping my head strong
I got real pain and hurt
Some my niggas mind frame done dispersed
Its like you done took a turn for da worse
I will not judge cus it's neva 4eva
I'm from da mud so 4eva is neva
Cry to da sky while I'm clutching my metal
I pray to god den go dance wit da devil
Dick on da dessy it's strapped like a dike
Thoughts gettin heavy I vent to da mic
I don't got no heart like I don't go no likes
I don't got no heart but I'm still livin life
Ima zombie honestly, I'm hustling,me and money gotta decent camaraderie
Soul stuck to the streets it gotta be
Why else would I be thinkin bout robberies
Oh yea? It's been a lil minute but don't think I forgot what you said
I watched you change on ya nigga for bread
I ain't have no bread and you left me for dead
Faking a image jus to get cred
Bullets broke thru his skin and he bled
Dat boy broke in a crib to get fed
And He can't get dat shit out his head
Momma I kno I'm not perfect I'm sorry
Who knew I'd be doin dis shit for De'Mari
It's not da same as it was when we started
Yea a lot of my niggas departed
If you don't love me nomo den fuck you for show
Dese niggas not gangsta they buckin for show
Aye tj dis da content you was talkin bout
For you any nigga outline his chalk
They say Dat boy got sparked
I heard he couldn't walk what he talk
They say Dat boy put up
It's like he don't turned into a cop
I don't be dickridin niggas inda city
I'll never ask a bitch for no pitty
I'll never expect no nigga to spare me
If you tote a pole den jus kno how to carry
Barely gone talk so watch what you say
Put a ring on sum money and shoot out a bouquet money gone sprout like a flower
Speakin of flowers dats what I smoke
Speakin of smoke what happen to bro
Speakin of bro, nobody knows
Talkin bout mine is a quick way to go
You shoot we shoot it's da same thing
Most of my thoughts they contain pain
You hurt I hurt same pain but we don't handle it da same way
See me I jus gotta get even
They say he conniving and evil
But he do dis for his people
Fresh to death you not my equal
When I step out dese hoes get da needle
Soul trapped to da streets da sequel
Dis really what's on my cerebral
Tapping in my brain for da old me
Won't trip bout no change dat you owe me
Loss in my way and it's solely cus my Soul trapped to streets it showed me dat
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Writer(s): Demarquez Wilson
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