Lyrics
My niggas who ain't make it home
Yo, yo, ayo
For my niggas who ain't make it home
Reminiscing in the kitchen, bro, it's taking long
The fiends banking on us
Let it dry, they gon' wait for us
Niggas 'round the corner, they gon' hate on us
MAC-11, put his face on it
In the whip, it's on my lap, fuck opponents (It's on my lap)
Let it clap on opponents
I played the back for the longest
You niggas fronting, who condone this? (Who condone this?)
Deadlift you, who the strongest? (Deadlift 'em)
Sweatsuits with the Foams, let loose with the chrome
I'm in the county jail, don't touch that phone
It's for North niggas, I went home
You scooped me up, then this shit was on
You got hit up, but I know you strong
Last time when we spoke, what's on my mind, I was woke
You told me, "Fuck the streets, you the G.O.A.T."
Last time when we spoke, what's on my mind, I was woke
You told me, "Fuck the streets, you the G.O.A.T."
(I still hear your voice)
Play it safe when you around niggas
(I still hear your voice)
Watch for cameras when you down, niggas
(I still hear your voice)
Get in and out, don't fuck around, nigga
(I still hear your voice)
Play your mirror, it's surrounding, nigga
Shit is like unbelievable, nigga, like I believe in you, nigga
Hurry up out that coma, family needing you, nigga
Or if you gotta go, it's nice meeting you, nigga
Just me and you, nigga, I'm hating how I'm seeing you, nigga
In the hospital bed, through tubes is how you get fed
Pray to God you ain't dead or singing gospel to feds
You used to always brag how it's a lot on your head
Thought it would calm you down, made you more cocky instead
Check high in the BM, neck fly when I greet him
Say you love him, don't know when the next time you see him
I lost so many to it, 'til next time I see him
Polo white tee, some sweats high in BM
Niggas squeezing the fire, they tryna leave you to die