Street War
Heart heavy and you gotta know why
They took my dawg, man he resting in the sky
Lost his head to the streets, yeah it corrupt a nigga mind
The last time we spoke I could see it in his eyes
They took his favorite cousin from him, all he thinking bout is sliding
Trying to convince him otherwise but he just fussing and crying
"I don't care what you saying dawg these niggas is mine."
Skirted off and aint leave nothing behind
Got me feeling like Mike cause now I'm remembering times
When we was broke, couldn't split a dollar we ain't have no dimes
Cracking jokes even though we got pain in our smiles
Know how it go, just ain't trying to lose another to crime
Can't even blame em cuz I know if that's my cousin niggas dying
I'm trying to text a nigga phone but my dawg ain't replying
Gotta pray, bring him home, can't see his mama crying
They left his body in the snow, right on west outer drive
Ain't have a chance, he was gone before the medics arrived
We was lil niggas, when we was jumping that fence
Couldn't do no drill witchu, cause I had practice at 6
But you was still loyal, the realist niggas don't switch
Ain't in the field with you, but know you carry them sticks
I would've killed for you, shit just know that you missed
Niggas selfish, they ain't passing, ain't giving no assists
I'm on my bully, I ain't asking, nigga gimme that bitch
I'm to the basket, finna score, Call the blicky D Mitch
This 45 get to shooting, and it's a got a 30 clip
Life on the line, if that's the clutch, then you know it don't miss
Over that cheese we gone slide, we leaving holes like Swiss
We get to throwing bullets at you like our name was Mike Vick
It's Rest In Peace to all my niggas that I lost up in them streets
I'm fighting demons, but I learned to get right back up on my feet
Cause niggas scheming, plotting on me they don't want me to succeed
Niggas dreaming if they think I'm sleep on what's meant for me
You think I'm streaming how these bitches say I'm what they wanna see
Assassins creed, catch you lacking, I got weapons you can't see
Aim the beam at yo chest and knock supreme up off yo tee
That's for my nigga, Rest in peace . He gave his life up to the streets
They took my dawg, man he resting in the sky
Lost his head to the streets, yeah it corrupt a nigga mind
The last time we spoke I could see it in his eyes
They took his favorite cousin from him, all he thinking bout is sliding
Trying to convince him otherwise but he just fussing and crying
"I don't care what you saying dawg these niggas is mine."
Skirted off and aint leave nothing behind
Got me feeling like Mike cause now I'm remembering times
When we was broke, couldn't split a dollar we ain't have no dimes
Cracking jokes even though we got pain in our smiles
Know how it go, just ain't trying to lose another to crime
Can't even blame em cuz I know if that's my cousin niggas dying
I'm trying to text a nigga phone but my dawg ain't replying
Gotta pray, bring him home, can't see his mama crying
They left his body in the snow, right on west outer drive
Ain't have a chance, he was gone before the medics arrived
We was lil niggas, when we was jumping that fence
Couldn't do no drill witchu, cause I had practice at 6
But you was still loyal, the realist niggas don't switch
Ain't in the field with you, but know you carry them sticks
I would've killed for you, shit just know that you missed
Niggas selfish, they ain't passing, ain't giving no assists
I'm on my bully, I ain't asking, nigga gimme that bitch
I'm to the basket, finna score, Call the blicky D Mitch
This 45 get to shooting, and it's a got a 30 clip
Life on the line, if that's the clutch, then you know it don't miss
Over that cheese we gone slide, we leaving holes like Swiss
We get to throwing bullets at you like our name was Mike Vick
It's Rest In Peace to all my niggas that I lost up in them streets
I'm fighting demons, but I learned to get right back up on my feet
Cause niggas scheming, plotting on me they don't want me to succeed
Niggas dreaming if they think I'm sleep on what's meant for me
You think I'm streaming how these bitches say I'm what they wanna see
Assassins creed, catch you lacking, I got weapons you can't see
Aim the beam at yo chest and knock supreme up off yo tee
That's for my nigga, Rest in peace . He gave his life up to the streets
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Writer(s): Evan Ragland
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