The System

Use to hope I get the bag and I'm the booth
Now I just hoping I don't crash in the coupe
Miss og poon and I miss trulla duke

Why they have to take my hitter so soon
Wasn't raised by a butler
I ain't have a silver spoon
But now my money long

Yea it's stacked to the roof
I'm a get off my ass let it blast let shoot
Blast his ass away yea real real far
Let me take you back

Yea back to the start
I was just rapping out of my brother car
See me on stage now ma I'm a star
Ain nobody think I was gone make it this far

I was just selling weed couldn't
Even buy cigar
Now everybody speak
When I hop out the car

Hop out the lamb
Hop out like damn
Everybody knowing who I am
Cash chris

Damn I really miss him
Damn I really miss him
Every since a jitta bug
I been in that system

Damn I really miss him
Damn I really miss him
Yea they took my nigga
I just wish they took me with him

Come on bust at me
Im firing back
Find out where you hiding at
Come thru gang sliding that

Cant believe dude tried that
Free my niggas out that jam
I just want my guys back
Put my niggas in yhe dirt

pain I cant hide that
Insane where my mind at
Bang i got my nine pack
Dope game run it like track

You lame you can't hide that
Bdm train you cant ride that
Jaybug Bdm the gang I co-sign that

Reminiscing on my niggas
damn mane i really miss ya
Look back at all our pictures
Really wish them bullets missed ya

Rolling blunts and facing swishers
For my fallen soldier victims
The ones in the grave and the ones in the system
Dam I really fucking miss em

Damn I really miss him
Damn I really miss him
Every since a jitta bug
I been in that system

Damn I really miss him
Damn I really miss him
Yea they took my nigga
I just wish they took me with him



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Printedd Braswell
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