The Kid's Dead

I dont know what to say
Maybe sorry I love you okay
Still look back and i think bout them days
Fore i grew up now my soul is stained
Young rich nigga with no morals
Rich in my soul
No tomorrow
Damn
How the fuck did i get here
Big city dreams what a pity all my peers they behind me
Only my brothers be the ones right beside me
Aint rich yet but we on the way to mountains
They say Sito Jay boy start counting
Aint rich yet but we not gon be in county
Not gon be in cells locked up with a bounty
Told my momma we'll be rich fuck a time sheet
Told my fatha flooded wrists we gon find it
New young nigga in the towns bitch
Real young nigga with a pound bitch
Ask me where i got it at your house bitch
This my debut
Why you wylin
If you watching how you hating
Dont you know all we needed was some paper
Dont you get that I wasnt raised so major
This my body with that chalk noone tracing
Im a rager dont you know we get violent
Watching where you step or we cracking where your mouth is
Boom bap bitch what the fuck now you lying
I aint talking bout the truth boy you flying
Then im shooting at your angel and you dying
Look
The Kid's Dead
What this mean
That i grew up to the man man
When im stepping now you looking at a grand slam
Imma book it if i want aint no big plan
If i gotta throw hands
With the niggas that be hating cuz i take chance
Then you gotta start beefing with yo own fans
Man down on the ave damn man canceled
Then you gotta come blow me down baby
Not finna act like you not acting shady
Bitches be dry like some rabies
Cant fall in love cuz thats just how they raised me
No lamborghinis mercedes
Whippin that shit till it get me to jail B
These niggas gon think that im crazy
You needa know then I'll fuck up your pedigree
Who woulda thought that my stress
Is the fire that burn me up really
Really built empires off shit that be ending em
No complications my mind is so elevated
From the top to the bottom no type salvation
Heavens gate ran me down to the bloodybone
If i say im a hater then let me hate em
Aint nobody thats stopping us we is the goats
I aint gonna say im the hottest
But when i start popping dont act like you aint look away
Niggas gon act like i couldnt do anything
When i do everything be on your way
These bums they be stupid when i gotta catch em
I get me a net that would be their dismay
Networth impending I told my big sis that i would be rich by today
Lets start it up next week
Cuz i wanna go procrastinate
If i hear that you talking too much in the back of the vlogs
Know you'll be kicked out the place
No news is old news
No body found so we beating the case
If i am dirty i take me a shower
I come out as clean as the plate
Big body
Shawty want fuck with my niggas cuz she is a ho
Big body
New typa talk from the town my niggas is froze
No body
Leavin you missing in three different counties no home
No body
New typa special we cooking up lead on calzone
Real men is talking now
No little boys at the table not grown
If you a bitch then you stay like a bitch
And you eating yo food out the bowl
If im forgetful and dont really feed you
You cant bite my hand cuz i own
You think that you safe till you learn
That your killer is one of your own
The kids dead
Big dog and i bit heads
And im stomping yo dome
Gone fishing
Young man i done gone missing
If you seen me youll know
When i pop out i show niggas
Im just not like them cool niggas
Imma pop out more cold
When i catch em you'll know nigga
When i catch em youll know what I know



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Writer(s): Jabez Munoz-pujols
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