Letras
Rolling With dirty pistols
Denying label deals
Thought He was Untouchable
Think he made of Steel ?
That 40 ate em up
He lost control and let it all Go
I ain’t seen you in so Long
Ot where’d you go
I love my big brudda
That’s really my hero
I was in the kcithen
He taught me how to make it snow
I seen My nigga in a dream
He came to me he was a Ghost (as a ghost)
Damn I wish they woulda Closed that Back door
Huh
What didint I do for the hood
What didn’t we Shoot for the Hood
I carved my Name on that same Street
Like it was wood
They shot the block up
But the next day that’s where we stood
I Dropped 200 shots with my mac 10
That same Summer (for you)
Now I just Drop a Bag on they head
They raided my condo
Found a blik inside the whip
I’m back in Jail for the same type a shit
Momma I’m calling You
But this my last time
I know it’s time I quit the lies
Don’t press decline
I know they think that it’s jus lies in all my Rhymes (in all my rhymes)
I promise you if Brodie take yo pipe
You ain’t getting it back
I promise you if Brodie take yo life
You ain’t getting it back
All these Murders it’s starting to catch up to em
You going through it by yourself
Nobody fucked with you
Rolling with dirty pistols
Denying label deals
Thought he was Untouchable
Think he made of Steel ?
That 40 ate em up
He lost control and let it all Go
I ain’t seen you in so Long
Ot where’d you go
I love my big brudda
That’s really my hero
I was in the kcithen
He taught me how to make it snow
I seen My nigga in a dream
He came to me he was a Ghost