Letras
Infatuated with drugs I stay down
In the trap with my pistol and the pound
You ain't from 'round here, my nigga don't come around
That's just how the fuck it is, you ain't from my side of town
Play them pussy games if you want and get laid down
Bills still coming, got no time to fuck around
Baby mama tripping, son need diapers
All my niggas falling victim to them pistols or they life
These good niggas out here murking everything for a title
WWF nigga, wrestle with the rifle
My lil' cousin smoking now he stealing all my lighters
I don't never go to church, I feel like all them preachers lying
Who the fuck am I to judge when I got a dirty past?
Got burnt twice for being thirsty for the ass
Young hard head nigga stay skipping class
Went and bought a digital scale and learned how to weigh the bags
Gotta teach my sons to walk on a better path
They can't even talk so I speak up on they behalf
They gon' be the future way better than they dad
So if they be the ones to do it then they better than the past
Motherfuck the cops, tell them haters kiss my ass
And free my brother Tune, Lord knows I miss his ass
S550 Benz, smashing on the gas
And I'm headed towards the future still running from my past, nigga
Yo, this my lil' bro, nigga
Get my cuzzo out of prison, all he ever did was raw
Back hitting licks out the field, he might star
Living for the day praying that he see tomorrow
And Greg just graduated, he already got a job
Down since day one with that Generation Mob
Mama worried free 'cause she can finally quit her job
So going back to jail ain't no motherfucking option
Circle still small but my niggas get it popping
This is me, Magic, and Duru, you know how the fuck I'm rocking
Cross that line if you want and pistols gon' be popping
Judge hanging young niggas ass like a stalker
So my Mossberg aim for his motherfucking noggin
Running from commitment 'cause these bitches out here bopping
In love with some good pussy and head if it's sloppy