Оберіть трек для відтворення
He was dissin' on the net, now he facin' time with God
Caught him lackin' outta bounds, he ain't make it to his squad
Told lil' bro to mask up, we don't slide unless it's dark
Hollows eatin' through his vest, now his name up in the air
Had a bitch from 75th, said she knew where homie sleep
Gave her five to drop the addy
Now he laid out in the street
I ain't cappin', I been active
I was trappin' with my heat
Ops be typin' like they killers
But they run when it's the beef
I was raised around them demons
Every night we let it spark
Seen a homie lose his life
That shit turned me to the dark
I got charges in the county
I got hitters on the yard
Say he steppin'? Boy stop flexin'
You ain't even got no heart
We don't talk, we slide (nah)
Catch a opp, he die (boom)
Mama cry, that's life (grrah)
On the block all night (facts)
We tote pipes, not knives (nah)
Better pray to Christ (pray)
Catch me posted on that 77th
Nigga, it's on sight (on bro)
They say smoke? It's free (free)
Tell 'em come test me (come on)
Ain't no duckin' beef (nah)
We bring war to streets (grrah)
Put that boy on a tee (tee)
Now he R.I.P
Don't be playin' like you tough
You know where I be (let's get it)
Caught that boy in traffic
He tried to run, but it was late (boom boom)
Brodie hopped out with that switch
Lit him up like Section 8 (grrah)
Ain't no passes, we don't play
If it's up, then it's gon' stay
I been posted in them trenches
Same spot like every day
Had a homie turn to opp
Guess that loyalty was fake
He was hungry, fed him plates
Now he plottin', movin' snake
Gave my trust and he betrayed
That's a risk you gotta take
Now he ghost just like the others
Folded for a murder case
We don't beef on Instagram
That's police behind the screen
We just lurk and get to work
Make it silent, make it clean
Mama told me change my ways
I said, "Mama, I'm too deep"
Can't no preacher save my soul
I got demons when I sleep
We don't talk, we slide (nah)
Catch a opp, he die (boom)
Mama cry, that's life (grrah)
On the block all night (facts)
We tote pipes, not knives (nah)
Better pray to Christ (pray)
Catch me posted on that 77th
Nigga, it's on sight (on bro)
They say smoke? It's free (free)
Tell 'em come test me (come on)
Ain't no duckin' beef (nah)
We bring war to streets (grrah)
Put that boy on a tee (tee)
Now he R.I.P
Don't be playin' like you tough
You know where I be (let's get it)
You either step or get stepped on
Welcome to the 77th block, nigga
Free lil' Damo, free the guys
Ayy, yuh, free my brother
Ayy, he killed your brother, yuh