Текст песни
If he touching blood money
Make sure it look like crip
Shooting from the hip
Why it feel like I can't miss
Free the homie
Praying that the slap him on the wrist
Got my magic back I feel like angel with the Criss
Bottom of my heart love every member that I had
R.I.P Rodney, but his life is everlasting
Not a thing promised, but this shit been up for grabs
We been on they ass made some riches out of rags
We was on they ass made some riches out of rags
Tell a life story made some niggas wanna rap
Everyday talk to God
Everyday I pray & ask take them devils off of Steele
Cause them drugs got a grasp
When I push them wheels make it feel like ima crash
I don't want that deal I can make that whole advance
If I'm going broke then I'm running up again
Go back to selling coke if I have to hand to hand
We done lost some friends had to take it to the chin
I'm talkin bout real killers looking for they next of kin
Yea I tapped in real
You ain't down you can't get in
After sinning ask forgiveness knowing I'm gon sin again
I sent lil bro on a mission he ain't see him spin again
Thought I seen an opposition
He was just civilian
I can't bug about no bitch I let her go it's for the best
Man I'm really out here taking risks these boys won't make an effort
I don't ever flodge or talk a lot i'm ready for whatever
Man I'm so low-key like alto
You gon feel that pressure
Caught a nigga talking
He make pussy nigga proclamations
Swear these niggas wikileak the way they pass out information
Everyday I see a play and then I made the realization
That these niggas claiming gang, but we been knew it's no relation
Niggas finnicky
We finna see who really got some hustle
The militia only fuck with niggas when it's off the muscle
If it's fuck us then it's fuck you better know we ain't gon trust you
We done seem some niggas come around and left them niggas puzzled