Till a N***a Dead (feat. T. Scoob B$M)
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
They only really show you love till a nigga dead, tell a pussy nigga try it
Put one in the head, I left my bitch up in the dirt, cause she ain't elevate
I took my niggas to the gym and they some punch gods
Yo' homie pushed you to the gate when it was run down, lil' momma can you show me what love is
We used to be outside like kids, we used to play ball, now every time we go outside, there's some guns involved
Man these's hoes ain't shit, you used to show her all you're love, now she on some dick
I hadda push myself away before I split some shit, lil' baby I ain't mad at you
I used to want to laugh with you, now I laugh at you
But this a letter to a savage, gotta free them boys, we used to be hot headed use to play with them toys
Told my momma just don't worry, know we up on the score
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
Little mama can you show me what love is, we use to be outside as kids, we use to play ball
Now every time we go outside there's some guns involved
Little baby i ain't mad at you, I use to want to laugh with you, now I laugh at you
Now you all up in your feelings, got you up in your thoughts
In that rain, nigga fuck it, you're homie changing for some money it ain't nothing
My brother told me never trip over a bitch, man she a option
How you claiming you in traffic? you ain't really down to dump it
Aw shit, man fuck it, now I'm driving through the city about to up it
Bitch I'm tired of this shit up in my city, she said do you got protection?
Keep it with me she tired to grab up on my pants but that's my glizzy
Now she telling to chill I gotta fifty, I love my momma that's my soul make it quickly
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
Aw shit, man fuck it, now I'm driving through the city about to up it
Bitch I'm tired of this shit up in my city, she said do you got protection?
Keep it with me, she tired to grab up on my pants but that's my glizzy
Now she telling to chill I gotta fifty
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
They only really show you love till a nigga dead, tell a pussy nigga try it
Put one in the head, I left my bitch up in the dirt, cause she ain't elevate
I took my niggas to the gym and they some punch gods
Yo' homie pushed you to the gate when it was run down, lil' momma can you show me what love is
We used to be outside like kids, we used to play ball, now every time we go outside, there's some guns involved
Man these's hoes ain't shit, you used to show her all you're love, now she on some dick
I hadda push myself away before I split some shit, lil' baby I ain't mad at you
I used to want to laugh with you, now I laugh at you
But this a letter to a savage, gotta free them boys, we used to be hot headed use to play with them toys
Told my momma just don't worry, know we up on the score
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
Little mama can you show me what love is, we use to be outside as kids, we use to play ball
Now every time we go outside there's some guns involved
Little baby i ain't mad at you, I use to want to laugh with you, now I laugh at you
Now you all up in your feelings, got you up in your thoughts
In that rain, nigga fuck it, you're homie changing for some money it ain't nothing
My brother told me never trip over a bitch, man she a option
How you claiming you in traffic? you ain't really down to dump it
Aw shit, man fuck it, now I'm driving through the city about to up it
Bitch I'm tired of this shit up in my city, she said do you got protection?
Keep it with me she tired to grab up on my pants but that's my glizzy
Now she telling to chill I gotta fifty, I love my momma that's my soul make it quickly
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
Aw shit, man fuck it, now I'm driving through the city about to up it
Bitch I'm tired of this shit up in my city, she said do you got protection?
Keep it with me, she tired to grab up on my pants but that's my glizzy
Now she telling to chill I gotta fifty
A real nigga to the end, I put that on my momma we gon' win, yeah, yeah
In this cold world that we in, these niggas wanna see you're life end
And for the team, I'ma do what I got to, brodie said he ridin', I'ma ride too
Brodie pullin' out, I got my nine too, don't worry bout' it nigga, trust that I got you, yeah
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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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