Weak

Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
My weapon drawn, my echelon it's dead and gone, I feel weak
If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep
Since my debt was gone I had to make a song for my enemies to repeat
This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak

My weapon drawn, my echelon it's dead and gone, I feel weak
If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep
Since my debt was gone I had to make a song for my enemies to repeat
This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak

They flashing they money but all of they homies is dead, got shot in the head
Hope nobody talkin' when Rico come through the feds cuz' that's forty years
Could've been hoopin' in school but you banging Instead, and now you ain't here
Got some some other cat coming in, now he raising your kids and he dad of the year
While you locked or you dead in a box for a couple of bands and some rims on a box
Could've went to the stars, could've sailed on a yacht, could've opened a business right here on the block
But all of your homies they filled you with gas, like it's impossible for you to flop
Now you looking uncanny inside of your casket getting stuffed in a blunt getting passed by the opps
Thought you was different
Maybe that your the exception of five generations of killas
Don't look to these rappers who do it for business cuz' they getting paid to continue a gimmick
Please pay attention to those really standing on business and do what they say in their lyrics
Give it a year, go look at news and I promise their situation will look different
Now let's keep it funky
Some of Your homies is phony and some of your homies like homies
And cause he got bodies don't make him a solid if they throw the book and your hitter start pointing
Word to the ones who ain't tellin and doing they bid while they babies is stranded and Lonely
Some of y'all mad cuz I'm talking bout you and your homies on point and you don't even know me
And I got smoke for you niggas who teaching these babies to follow your steps in destruction
Teach em' to follow their dreams, to love one another, to vision and focus on something
Teach him to travel the world, and go marry a girl that's gon' love him regardless of nothing
Teach her to marry a king that's gon' carry the home and her jewels as a wife and a mother UGH

Yeah
Like the homie Sevin said
You living a lie homie
My weapon drawn, my echelon It's dead and gone, I feel weak
If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep
Since my debt was gone I had to make song for my enemies to repeat
This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak