Текст песни
Something about that street shit
I, I
Until you see what I've become
I love my mother, mother, son
Take a bullet from his gun
Staying over till you're done
This is a church of his grave
I see blood in the water
My life's been getting shorter
Take a job to the base
Hushle like Nipsey, my Glock throwing 60
God, if you feel what I'm doing wrong, then fuck it
Don't forgive me, I won't just live with the fact that they living
Can't cope, they don't want pity
30 Shots at most, I'm hit them, this 30 Glock
My co-defender had brothers that I love
Now I don't know them niggas, ain't met her, but Master P, yeah
So I don't know no limits, you got some nerve, ain't had your feet wet
The only pole you lifting is when you benching
I felt trapped cause I was in them
Talkin' so much weight
Soon as it touch the scale it bendin'
No motion ain got momentum No wonder why when we Talkin
Bout money you so offended My soul need cleansin Got
My first taste of revenge and it felt like dope was
In it High off that rush high as they hopes of living
Kill who close to him about that breath
Shouldn't have been loafing with him
Killed on accident, you caught that smack but ain't have no intention
Eyes closed, nervous twitching, I chose murder victims
No innocent bystanders, I die standing on business
I just wanna start by saying that I'm grateful for the haters
And the ones I thought that love was always hateful
And the friends are supposed to be your
Bros, but stay trying to debate you
And the grades you act like since they
Know you long, they someone made you
And the bitches that I bossed up riding new dick, they ungrateful
When the bros like getting played with bodies hoes, cause they enable
They don't know that when you in that hole, it feel like you unstable
Now you home and tables turning on them hoes to act the shameful
Though I can't tell you at all, but I can tell you something small