Murder on the Phone
Geno
Sometimes I feel like I'm a failure
I'm going thru hell
Why I couldn't be there when my brother got killed
Load up bro we sliding
We ain't waiting fa them to come out of hiding
If you heard different them pussies niggas lien
That Bitch Nigga don't tot no fye
How can yall be so blinded
They only just along to ride
Eric they ain't riding behind ya
I just talked to ya mama
But them other niggas tripping
And I still love you
But that's fuck up what you did with crystal
FUCK DA FAKE
AND LLCHAMP DA REALEST
I'll let off 100 bullets
When we catch that nigga crush um
Make it crucial do it him
Knock you off your highest peak
Michael Jordan 223's
I press hard in that paint
While I faded away my enemies
Since y'all been gone
I been thuggin' All alone
These Emotions I cant show
I'm in the yo ignoring calls
You can't tell me you seen opps
And he not on the news
I got bad trust issues
I keep this Glock up in my draws
I got KitKats for my get back
Bitch we breaking all the laws
This Money can fix ya image
But bring out all your flaw
But if I put it on his head
How long before he gone
Cus' If time is really money
I'm trying to get it done tomorrow
We was born a hustlers
Hard headed so I sold it soft
Sixteen hours drive
Nonstop just to get it off
8 Hours sold out
In a hotel counting up
That's When I got that call
My older brother was Just Shot
My life stop...
Ten months I said fuck life
I just lost my oldest brother
Fighting demons
Waking up sweating under these covers
Closer with my family nigga
All we had was us
Wit no trust
I just Need someone to love
My heart was cut wide open
To move on I needed closure
No more drugs
Got Addictive to my hustle
Never ducking Trouble
How you want it
We can fight and tussle
Or load up shoot it out
It won't bring my brother back
Fuck it Unload every strap
See, It cost to go to war
Just make sure ya paper right
And your circle tight
And that blicky closer then family
When Baree died
I told E lets move a lil different
It can pop off at any minute
We a trophy if they kill us
Bro we not your average niggas
Plus they hatin' on how we living
Front row at the fight
We brought out all our niggas
Coming back from Tampa
Watching Shooter knock um out
I got a call at three in the morning
My lil brother just got shot...
Long Live Shooter 448
Long Live Champ
Long Live King Zaza
Long Live JetLyfe
Sometimes I feel like I'm a failure
I'm going thru hell
Why I couldn't be there when my brother got killed
Load up bro we sliding
We ain't waiting fa them to come out of hiding
If you heard different them pussies niggas lien
That Bitch Nigga don't tot no fye
How can yall be so blinded
They only just along to ride
Eric they ain't riding behind ya
I just talked to ya mama
But them other niggas tripping
And I still love you
But that's fuck up what you did with crystal
FUCK DA FAKE
AND LLCHAMP DA REALEST
I'll let off 100 bullets
When we catch that nigga crush um
Make it crucial do it him
Knock you off your highest peak
Michael Jordan 223's
I press hard in that paint
While I faded away my enemies
Since y'all been gone
I been thuggin' All alone
These Emotions I cant show
I'm in the yo ignoring calls
You can't tell me you seen opps
And he not on the news
I got bad trust issues
I keep this Glock up in my draws
I got KitKats for my get back
Bitch we breaking all the laws
This Money can fix ya image
But bring out all your flaw
But if I put it on his head
How long before he gone
Cus' If time is really money
I'm trying to get it done tomorrow
We was born a hustlers
Hard headed so I sold it soft
Sixteen hours drive
Nonstop just to get it off
8 Hours sold out
In a hotel counting up
That's When I got that call
My older brother was Just Shot
My life stop...
Ten months I said fuck life
I just lost my oldest brother
Fighting demons
Waking up sweating under these covers
Closer with my family nigga
All we had was us
Wit no trust
I just Need someone to love
My heart was cut wide open
To move on I needed closure
No more drugs
Got Addictive to my hustle
Never ducking Trouble
How you want it
We can fight and tussle
Or load up shoot it out
It won't bring my brother back
Fuck it Unload every strap
See, It cost to go to war
Just make sure ya paper right
And your circle tight
And that blicky closer then family
When Baree died
I told E lets move a lil different
It can pop off at any minute
We a trophy if they kill us
Bro we not your average niggas
Plus they hatin' on how we living
Front row at the fight
We brought out all our niggas
Coming back from Tampa
Watching Shooter knock um out
I got a call at three in the morning
My lil brother just got shot...
Long Live Shooter 448
Long Live Champ
Long Live King Zaza
Long Live JetLyfe
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Writer(s): Geno Walker
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