Lyrics
I mix nation for real (this Umere tape)
Runnin' with a couple killers, I know that won't save shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm aging
My baby brother ask me how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Put money on my niggas' books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep
My lil' cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah
Can't scrape from prison when niggas knock out all your teeth, yeah
Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets, yeah
Niggas be dyin' 'bout anything but swear they wanna beef, yeah
Dirty top on me, it's gon' knock you off your feet, yeah
If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay
Used to be a hitter, now there's money on my head, okay
Melee boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay
But for these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay
No dirt to win, skid, get to shootin' and watch him fade away (LA Gang)
He won the 50, scraped from Houston, that's a major play
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I don't play okay? (Boom)
How many times I gotta show you niggas I done paved the way?
Runnin' with a couple killers, I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm aging
My baby brother ask about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Put money on my niggas' books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep
My lil' cousin out in Florida, always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah (LA Gangs)