Friendly Fire

They got to firing on his cousin
Left no space to grief the brother
We gone take another body
Cuz we out to get each other
In a place where you mean nun
Less the money flows
And something show ya name
Got bit of wait
It ain't too great but these the stakes

Lots of problems to be solving
Guns and math dis triggernometry
Told fucks to get up on it
Brain intrusions need lobotomy
Can't stop the things I'm doing
Popping shots like drills they screwing
Said it's hot up on the spot
Bet watch your ass,cuz down the block
You ain't too far from all the violence
Sounds of sirens much excitement
Shoot like harden, beg your pardon
Up on mics gone be the hardest
Ain't no options,we can't make it out
They set you up and break you down
On roads, we doing paper routes
A passion but unfortunately
Doing shit not thinking bout my actions
Mom ain't proud no satisfaction
Eat a win like it's a meal
Because success a drug my niggas addicts
Wreaking havoc
Born without it
So we take,cuz we gone have it
Living lavish
Shit dis average

Said I be snapping on these beats
Shit get too active in the streets
You walk outside
Can't no one hide
Because they tagging with the heat
Clutching something
Steady bussing
Guns be horny
Shots seductive
On the opps this shit be cumming
It ain't nuttin
Just another nigga on a stretcher
Looking at the environments we live in
We just wanna be better
Tired of the life that we be living
Friendly fire,cuz the niggas we grew up wit
Are niggas that we spin around
And we be yelling out its fuck em

They got to firing on his cousin
Left no space to grief the brother
We gone take another body
Cuz we out to get each other
In a place where you mean nun
Less the money flows
And something show ya name
Got bit of wait
It ain't too great but these the stakes

These the steaks
We raising cattle
Bitch on dick
She need a saddle
Giddy up
Ion give no fucks
About the shit you say skedaddle
Killing everybody
So you best just keep a weapon
Shame that guns up on a waist
Is showing signs that we protected
But we taking life,it's hella strife
Cuz here we feel neglected
Been through storms, no open arms
We fire,bullets carry messages
Pictures painted with the blood
Of niggas who in danger
Friendly beef, across the street
Shit niggas vegan he won't eat

Too friendly for the streets
That man got killed by one
Them strangers
Bitch keep blowing up my phone
What she want dick I just might bang her
Killing niggas
Killing woman
Killing elderly
And children
Ones outside with loaded weapons
Cuz they mommas ain't give enough whippings

Shit like batter
Stack the dough
When planting seeds
We growing flowers
But not ones that's in the grass
We steady stuck up in the attic
Feel like Ann,to keep it frank
Our lives don't really seem to matter
Cut the crap
I heard ya chatter
Ain't enough to change
The system that controls the shit that happens
Forced in places
Where it's madness
Down a block, this shit is tragic
Catching opps, it ain't no passage
Fuck cops, because they actions
Leave the bitch,ain't taking baggage
Place no blame on niggas, madness
In the way we living

Fuck it if They live
He snaked his homie
Left em sick
Now look at tony
Ain't a kid
He got convicted
Lost his shit be
Judge said 30 years
You disappear
Fuck it give em life
He took a life
Now he gone disappear
Actions have some consequence
Like guns, well get ya play on
Best pray to all the homies that you missing
Like a seance
Shit is real when Niggas killed
Take the plead or thee appeal
I want that record, sign a deal
Can't be wasting life on bullshit
Too much money in the world

Fiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

They got to firing on his cousin
Left no space to grief the brother
We gone take another body
Cuz we out to get each other
In a place where you mean nun
Less the money flows
And something show ya name
Got bit of wait
It ain't too great but these the stakes

These the steaks
These the steaks
Steaks



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Writer(s): Alexander Jones
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