Letras
You know what's crazy, though
I'm vicariously living through you because, uh, remember, I wanted to do my music thing, right
This call is being recorded
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for the north side
A lil something for the soul
Two times for the, two times for the
Seafood, Long Beach
Yeah, uh
Gotta get it how you live huh
Might have to flock a nigga house
Serve drugs have feans running in and out
Just to feed the kids huh
Might have to knock a nigga bitch put her on the blade walking down fig
It is what it is
Pressure made them walk into the bank
With a mask tell em open up the safe
He on go and don't fear none
Mowing down bodies in the way
While granny pray he make it to the gates
Tell me what would you do if you was raised the round violence
Every night you hear sirens
Nonchalant to the pop from the gunshots
We don't get down no more because it's tiring
We can't gain control because we're spiraling, We can't gain control because we spiraling
Yea, Had to let that sink for a minute
There's no options when your ass really born in it
Set up to lose, they refuse for you to win it
I rung the doorbell twice
Now I'ma kick the door off the hinges
All black everything, nine in my britches
Put faith aside this is divine intervention
I'm fucked up talking to God after a mission
It ain't right, but I gotta feed the children
Money on my mind and the sky is the limit
Gotta get it how you live huh
Might have to flock a nigga house
Serve drugs have feans running in and out
Just to feed the kids huh
Might have to knock a nigga bitch put her on the blade walking down fig
It is what it is
Pressure made them walk into the bank
With a mask tell em open up the safe
He on go and don't fear none
Mowing down bodies in the way
While granny pray he make it to the gates