Grams & Birds Intro

I came from the bottom where a nigga had nothing
Im talking dead broke you can see my pockets touching
Had some niggas see me starving they aint pass a nigga nothing
Aint no family in these streets so a nigga said fuck it
Went and grabbed that pistol yeah its on now
Told them catch me in these streets im on the block til sun down
Trying to serve a j aint know how to work a scale
12 caught me on the block the first time i went to jail
Trying to trick me off the streets i cant let them take me down
My pops was a legion i cant let that nigga down
My pops was a legion in his days he ran the town
They know in dade county biggins boys laid em down
Nigga want some static nigga we can have a shoot out
Catch me laying in the attic of the bitch you call yo boo house
It aint nothing to brag about but yeah nigga i got my strips
I give all praise to god that a nigga aint serving life

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Long live theo nigga
Niggas dont understand the pressure and the pain
That you go through in these streets nigga
You cant have friends nigga
Niggas that you call your friends aint really your friends

I had some niggas i called brothers yeah them niggas traded on me
Niggas ran up the check and forgot about big homie
But i aint gone lay them niggas down cause i aint fucking with them clowns
But other niggas they get drums talking beats by the pound
But still love em in my heart cause nigga i dont fuck with people
Give the gane to my son cause fuck nigga he my sequel
Niggas see the cars i drive and put envy in they heart
Nigga i dont turn the key its push button for the start
But when you see me in the streets nigga you dont know me
Have me shooting out the gym like my name was kobe
Rest in peace to the legend my niggas a god
But if a nigga play with me ima send him to god
Still looking for them niggas revenge for thee
Nigga its about to be a war in dade county streets
If i pull it ima bust it thats a learned lesson
Have they mama sitting on they grandma couch stressing
And thats forreal nigga