Slidin' For a Cause

It was just me and my niggas
Plotting just to get richer
We had to wget up & get it
That's how we saw it & did it
My nigga sekou official
My nigga robby official
There be times where it hit me
Man I don't wanna forget you
Riding around with drums in them pistols
Sliding for a cause ima let em know what we been through
You ain't never been through wars, never had them against you
Never hid up under cars just to avoid them to end you
My nigga robby, I truly commend you
My nigga sekou, I truly commend you
It was more than just a friendship with niggas
It was deeper than that
You can't imagine what we seen, ain't say a peep & that's facts
Got it all out the mud
Got it all from the dirt
With no shovel just a scale & a whole lotta work
I know my brothers with me everyday
I reminisce about them times we was on really on that time tryna save up all we had for A rainy day
It was something about that shine that just really caught our eyes so we knew we had to Bag it up in every way
We knew we had to make it for our mothers sake
We knew everything we did could put our life at stake
Took the risk like fuck a cell, it ain't no life today
We was on it everday with eachother
A couple hustlers just tryna get this paper for something
Something bigger than us, it wasn't never for nothing
I'm just mad they took my brothers, now they 6 feet under
Make a nigga wanna purge and give that pain to they mothers
This shit a traumatize ya life, i'm talking like no other
Make you think like what is left god, how I recover
On the steps right with the tech god with nothing but cover
We was made for the shit that ya be folding on
Hanging onto something when there ain't nothing for you to even be holding on
That's the worst pain ever
Monthly visits to my brothers grave no matter the weather
So what you think a nigga thinking when he's holding barettas
Mental state is only getting worse, nothing got better
I'm just tryna keep myself sane
Remembered what the plan was before them
Shells came
I said a prayer next thing you know the hell came
That shit is ironic
When the same niggas you love is secretly plotting
Counting all your blessings to get deep in them pockets
Now you riding with a smithing for the niggas you rock with
Shit ain't never gone be the same after that
Be aware of your surroundings, never ignore the facts
Always keep one in the head, keep a snake up off ya bed
If I had a wish, It's to bring my niggas back from the dead

It was just me and my niggas
Plotting just to get richer
We had to wget up & get it
That's how we saw it & did it
My nigga sekou official
My nigga robby official
There be times where it hit me
Man I don't wanna forget you
Riding around with drums in them pistols
Sliding for a cause ima let em know what we been through



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Writer(s): Albert Jimenez
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