Tammy Son

Same ones who said they wouldn't switch the ones who lied to me
Same ones I gave the most love the ones who plotted on me

When shit get real and time to slide who going to ride for me
When my coffin get put down who going to cry for me

With all this fake love going on who going to cheer me up
When I'm down and on my dick who going to big me up

Don't speak on problems cuz yet and still who going to listen bruh
But if they listen foe they capping they don't wanna see me up

They'll back door you and back stab you pay attention to them
Truth will tell you who they is just got to listen for it

Got homies behind the wall for decades and I'm here for them
Got homies going to that I miss just want to hear from them

Quinn I got you
Rambo I got you
Peekaboo I got you
Lil roscoe I ain't forgot you

Nfant I got you
Raf I got you
Damn got to name bout 20 more partners

Lil bro told while he was down the road
Making grown man moves you got to hold yo own

They only around when you up bro crop them out
I'm 10 toes 72 months I'll knock it out

So from then own couldn't nobody tell me nothing
You think struggle you going to struggle but your ass better switch it up

Building a future for your family need to build it up
Demand your respect no one going to give it up

On the gang only solid niggas is the one can sit with us
From sand box to dawg pound is who can eat with us

Hate going to come rather you on the top or not
Don't like bitches I got to remind or niggas I got to watch

I use to slide up on the block like who I'm dropping nigga
To the opponents I'll pop out like what's mac'n nigga

Seen a flag I'm at they neck like what you rocking nigga
I'm him I'm a demon I'm a monster nigga

Mama prayed that her son stayed away from demons
But society labeled me a heathen

Being black with a record with aggression give them all the reason
But my daughters gave me all my reason

Around the corner from death but it was a daily slide
Hurt me dawg died before he could see his babies eyes

My homie did 6 years said he down to ride
Came home 8 months later he caught 85

Judge throwing numbers like a auction it ain't making sense
My young nigga caught 22 off his first offense

I swear the streets ain't for everybody
But the streets invite everybody

That's just the way it go
I jus pray that I make it home

Tammy Son



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Writer(s): Melvin Harris
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