Same Song
Feel like I'm all alone and these strangers just surrounding my home
I told the gang I got them I just hope it don't take long
Ain't ask for no hand out I went and got it on my own
Always keep a Glock cause I got to make it home
When a nixxa die its the same song
Im just still wishing all this pain was gone
Everybody count on me so I'm still holding on
Don't talk about when we fell off cause we back on a the roll
I been on a mission trying to get at least a ticket
Had to cut some homies off heard they was moving viscous
Then they tried to double back you know that shxt got wicked
How the fxxk y'all ain't believe in my how y'all ain't see the vision
Real street nixxa never went against the rules
They was plotting to get me I'm switching up the way I move
The streets got my heart even though it left me bruised
You ain't cool than I can't jugg to you cause I ain't bout to lose
I told my brothers that I got them just stayed down and hold on
I thought you was band up why ya paper not looking long
I counted up a hundred just now and I can keep on going
I told my homies stay safe I don't want to get that phone call
Feel like I'm all alone and these strangers just surrounding my home
I told the gang I got them I just hope it don't take long
Ain't ask for no hand out I went and got it on my own
Always keep a Glock cause I got to make it home
When a nixxa die its the same song
Im just still wishing all this pain was gone
Everybody count on me so I'm still holding on
Don't talk about when we fell off cause we back on a the roll
I told the gang I got them I just hope it don't take long
Ain't ask for no hand out I went and got it on my own
Always keep a Glock cause I got to make it home
When a nixxa die its the same song
Im just still wishing all this pain was gone
Everybody count on me so I'm still holding on
Don't talk about when we fell off cause we back on a the roll
I been on a mission trying to get at least a ticket
Had to cut some homies off heard they was moving viscous
Then they tried to double back you know that shxt got wicked
How the fxxk y'all ain't believe in my how y'all ain't see the vision
Real street nixxa never went against the rules
They was plotting to get me I'm switching up the way I move
The streets got my heart even though it left me bruised
You ain't cool than I can't jugg to you cause I ain't bout to lose
I told my brothers that I got them just stayed down and hold on
I thought you was band up why ya paper not looking long
I counted up a hundred just now and I can keep on going
I told my homies stay safe I don't want to get that phone call
Feel like I'm all alone and these strangers just surrounding my home
I told the gang I got them I just hope it don't take long
Ain't ask for no hand out I went and got it on my own
Always keep a Glock cause I got to make it home
When a nixxa die its the same song
Im just still wishing all this pain was gone
Everybody count on me so I'm still holding on
Don't talk about when we fell off cause we back on a the roll
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Writer(s): Quiindell Simpson
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