Endless 1.5
Let's go
You already know who it is
If you don't feel that pain then you ain't really hurt
I watched my cousin body lower in that dirt
Them niggas yelling gang gang they don't even put in work
The streets is never there for you they only hand out shirts
Keep my eyes up on the prize Nigga I ain't tryna get murked
Pistol on my waist riding through the city burnt
Thinking bout my niggas who ain't longer on this earth
Tryna cash out any means I fuckaround start selling merch
I can't wait until I make it cause I got it out the dirt
Thorough breed, real nigga, on the guys I can merch
Bitter soul, trigger finger, he be walking on that turf
Everybody go thru some but some others got it worst
That pain it made me me, made me who I am today (aye)
Niggas talking shit, stfu eat this K
Shoutout my dawg Drizzy, yea he from the bay
Yeah I know she love me, she gone do just what I say
I ain't never been too cocky, I been humble from the gate
If you hate me that's yo problem Nigga go and get some cake
Shoutout wopo he a soldier he done took it to the face
Shoutout Bryheem he a soldier took his time right to the face
Ain't really hurt
Watched my cousin body lower in that dirt
Them niggas yelling gang gang they don't even put in work
Them streets ain't never there for you they only hand out shirts
Keep my eye up on the .
You already know who it is
If you don't feel that pain then you ain't really hurt
I watched my cousin body lower in that dirt
Them niggas yelling gang gang they don't even put in work
The streets is never there for you they only hand out shirts
Keep my eyes up on the prize Nigga I ain't tryna get murked
Pistol on my waist riding through the city burnt
Thinking bout my niggas who ain't longer on this earth
Tryna cash out any means I fuckaround start selling merch
I can't wait until I make it cause I got it out the dirt
Thorough breed, real nigga, on the guys I can merch
Bitter soul, trigger finger, he be walking on that turf
Everybody go thru some but some others got it worst
That pain it made me me, made me who I am today (aye)
Niggas talking shit, stfu eat this K
Shoutout my dawg Drizzy, yea he from the bay
Yeah I know she love me, she gone do just what I say
I ain't never been too cocky, I been humble from the gate
If you hate me that's yo problem Nigga go and get some cake
Shoutout wopo he a soldier he done took it to the face
Shoutout Bryheem he a soldier took his time right to the face
Ain't really hurt
Watched my cousin body lower in that dirt
Them niggas yelling gang gang they don't even put in work
Them streets ain't never there for you they only hand out shirts
Keep my eye up on the .
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ray, Kahleel Allen
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