I Seen A Man Die (feat. Lil' Sodi)
Ten bullets in his ass, hit the gas
Ten deep on enemy turf, me and the homies bout to mash
Where that glass?, Glock was plastic, smoking that gas, puff with the fastest
Bitch get wylin', Gangsta Island Gary, smiling in my casket
With my eyes open, I'mma make my enemy look me straight in my face
Before they closing, I'mma pierce right through his soul
And take control of his emotions, let it haunt you in your dreams
Bitch kill you, kiss your mama, just like Bishop did Raheem
Before I seen a nigga cry I seen a young nigga die
Over a starter jacket and some new Jordan 5's
Blessed in this shit, blessed in this shit, question is will I survive?
Laid out with a hot gun smoking, on his own blood choking, Gangsta Gibbs
Four, Five niggas smoking weed in my Cadillac
Six, Seven straps with the beam, that's matter of fact
Eight, Nine geekers, make em fiend for a piece of crack
Got ten heavy pistols in my kitchen, watch me teach em that
You call that reaching back? You call that building up?
Fried baloney and a cracker, that was the meal for us
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, I, born and die a sinner
But bless these old books, I pray the lord deliver
Uh Gibbs, I'm gangbanging, cane slanging
Ten deep on enemy turf, me and the homies bout to mash
Where that glass?, Glock was plastic, smoking that gas, puff with the fastest
Bitch get wylin', Gangsta Island Gary, smiling in my casket
With my eyes open, I'mma make my enemy look me straight in my face
Before they closing, I'mma pierce right through his soul
And take control of his emotions, let it haunt you in your dreams
Bitch kill you, kiss your mama, just like Bishop did Raheem
Before I seen a nigga cry I seen a young nigga die
Over a starter jacket and some new Jordan 5's
Blessed in this shit, blessed in this shit, question is will I survive?
Laid out with a hot gun smoking, on his own blood choking, Gangsta Gibbs
Four, Five niggas smoking weed in my Cadillac
Six, Seven straps with the beam, that's matter of fact
Eight, Nine geekers, make em fiend for a piece of crack
Got ten heavy pistols in my kitchen, watch me teach em that
You call that reaching back? You call that building up?
Fried baloney and a cracker, that was the meal for us
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, I, born and die a sinner
But bless these old books, I pray the lord deliver
Uh Gibbs, I'm gangbanging, cane slanging
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Christian, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Harrison Iv Johnson, Karl Franklin Powell
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