Lyrics
Yo, my young is 17, he died before the song drop
He's still alive but if he live it be a long shot
His mom high, his daddy dead, he got his own glock
Told me he beefing with some niggas from his own block
Yeah, long as the ends justify the means
Long as them niggas getting high then I supply the fiends
And long as niggas want the smoke then I apply the steam
Attack and divide and conquer, get back and divide the cream
You know it ain't no I in team, but it's a I in winning
This shit eye for eye, so let them know if you gon' ride with them
You in the picks then he gon' tie you in
And he behind right outside whatever crib niggas be hiding in
Said his heart cold and his trust shot
And he got buck shots for niggas that won't die over that bus stop
Before he let a nigga slide, he'd rather let his gun pop
And hey you duck shots, put all you niggas in a tough spot
Fuck him with his stripper from him nerve, he using her spot
The money and the drugs be in the bag, look like a lunchbox
I only know this shit because the stripper gave me her drop
That's when he heard that gunshot
They just dropped another star up in the making
They ain't find a trap compartment but the car still getting taken
Keep your honor, just be patient, keep it on ya, there's still hatred
Every corner there's someone who say you why they never made it
I had to cut him like the bracelet,
Says went slow with nowhere to go, duckin' a state bid
But you ain't got no opps, you just got fake friends
My bro running full body already, looking at me like say when
Say who, I learned from this game too
Stay hungry, make money, the money won't make you
Gotta hustle your way through
My dog violated parole in state blues
My phone died out on the road from a paid show but
Alls I know is I couldn't wait to make it home
Turn it back on and make moves
Trap was my trade school and we active so play it cool
The new crack is the K2 but you stacked with the fake blues
Say it ain't true, knife in my back damn