Damn
Damn
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Gunned down, by his own mans
Crazy how, your enemy
Can be, your own friend
I come from, the trenches for real
Chip extended, for real
You get it, for real
Hold up
I fuck niggas, bitches for real!
Better, get her; for real
Before I; dick her, for real
Hold up
I'm blowing, on that pressure, for real
Eyes low, u can tell
Plus, you can; smell it, from here
Hold up
She was only, 13
Swear that, shit there; hurt me
Bullets, hit her
Ricocheted; off the, shower certain
Another mama, crying
I'm sick of, this shit
Comfort; in her, own house!
She still, get hit
Police, a gang
Shitd
They on that; same shit!
Walk in, your house
Kill you; in your own, residence
Madea; told me, it'll come to this
Shitd
I been, roded up; ever since
Mane
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Crazy; how they, play it
Crazy; how they play it
Free cuz, in the Feds
Free cuz, in the Feds
R.I.P, Ray Ray!
Nigga; I done cut, the dreads
Free, Kaycee
I got you, lil cuz
Nigga, hold your head
Trust issues
Keep the luger, with the infrared
Still grinding; with this, music shit
Just like, Poochie said
Hustle in a, couple ways
Had to make, a couple plays
Heard cuz, in the hole!
We ain't talk; up in a, couple days
Take her; and I fuck her
In a couple, ways
Lil bitch, got that; tropicana taste!
I ain't, lying
She hell of, fine
And got that; drip, drip
Like a, fossett
I'm talking, wet for days
Hold lot of, chaos
Bodies dropping, everyday now.
Lot of people dying
Bout some shit, that we don't know bout
Coronavirus
They claimed, it's new
But that shit, been out!
Youngsters; out here, wilding
With all, these bodies
Need to, chill out
Need to chill out
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Damn
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Gunned down, by his own mans
Crazy how, your enemy
Can be, your own friend
I come from, the trenches for real
Chip extended, for real
You get it, for real
Hold up
I fuck niggas, bitches for real!
Better, get her; for real
Before I; dick her, for real
Hold up
I'm blowing, on that pressure, for real
Eyes low, u can tell
Plus, you can; smell it, from here
Hold up
She was only, 13
Swear that, shit there; hurt me
Bullets, hit her
Ricocheted; off the, shower certain
Another mama, crying
I'm sick of, this shit
Comfort; in her, own house!
She still, get hit
Police, a gang
Shitd
They on that; same shit!
Walk in, your house
Kill you; in your own, residence
Madea; told me, it'll come to this
Shitd
I been, roded up; ever since
Mane
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Crazy; how they, play it
Crazy; how they play it
Free cuz, in the Feds
Free cuz, in the Feds
R.I.P, Ray Ray!
Nigga; I done cut, the dreads
Free, Kaycee
I got you, lil cuz
Nigga, hold your head
Trust issues
Keep the luger, with the infrared
Still grinding; with this, music shit
Just like, Poochie said
Hustle in a, couple ways
Had to make, a couple plays
Heard cuz, in the hole!
We ain't talk; up in a, couple days
Take her; and I fuck her
In a couple, ways
Lil bitch, got that; tropicana taste!
I ain't, lying
She hell of, fine
And got that; drip, drip
Like a, fossett
I'm talking, wet for days
Hold lot of, chaos
Bodies dropping, everyday now.
Lot of people dying
Bout some shit, that we don't know bout
Coronavirus
They claimed, it's new
But that shit, been out!
Youngsters; out here, wilding
With all, these bodies
Need to, chill out
Need to chill out
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
Damn
This shit ain't, what it is
Make it hard, for you to live
Even baby's; getting killed, nigga
Schools, unsafe
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
It's like they'll, kill you
For the hell of it
Just got word
Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes
Damn
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