I got enough tears to fill the ocean for all these losses took in this shit
Got a cousin I ain't seen in years when we came up, sleepin' on the same bed And my main dog maxed in the fed kept my lil' one names off warfare Junior Boss went out, his gun blowin' always said he'd take a nigga with him Rider squad goin on a rampage 700 Block kill niggas, madman (Murk) We gotta fill up this pain it ain't no comparing what made niggas feel (700) Lil' homie just threw back three pills he starvin' for bodies, he ready to go kill (Get) Hide the Draco, the TEC match the [?] (Woo) Red tomato, tonight, it's [?] (Grr) Had the powder goin' crazy in the kettle Had the stylist coppin' me, you able Man, this loyalty rap shit is real you hold on a nigga, you [?] like [?] Took an Indian ho all my pesos Had to pop me a bean, pour some Tris Took some niggas off that I forget Hope the carbine don't catch up and get it To the DA, he done brought up a test Everything tens, the four is the check My dog, he was slidin', now we're still on a jet Thought of my granny, my tears on my chest Chill with them killers since I was a jit Raised in Lil Mexico, niggas in trenches Barely from twelve, addicted to steppin' I know that gun is too rented to be flexed Don't speak on my fam 'cause it'll get tense Ho leakin' my name, I might get her spent I'm runnin' my hood from a whole 'nother state now Skyami the playground I done ran up a check, I done bought me a cake now I can go buy a case now All the shit I done did to come up out of state now, plus a nigga get laid down Soon as Josh got out, gave him bag of that blue shit Couple Cubans, some rocks, and some new shit Plenty hundreds, don't know what to do with 'em I was happy my bitch got a new nigga I'm a street nigga, I'll never be cool with 'em Ho get out of pocket, nothin' to do with her Plug you like a socket, kept it true with you (Freeband, Freeband Gang)
So many tears, I could fill up an ocean 'Fore the fame came, I was already in motion And some my young niggas play best believe niggas soakin', yeah Out of state, up a stash, two hundred, I'm coastin', yeah
Can't forget about Man, he was there before all this, yeah Uncle Snoopy got killed, he the reason I'm an artist, yeah I was posted on the corner, I was goin' my hardest, yeah Walk you down in broad day niggas know where my heart at, yeah On the avenue, yellin' out, "354 shit, " nigga, kick in your door shit I was servin' my auntie when she was a dope head just to go and cop Dolce And my shirt button open, I do this I'm focused, you can feel my emotions Get to trippin' on niggas I know I'm the chosen 'cause when I was the brokest I'll go solo on a mission, a nigga gettin' active Nigga ain't never gon' bap 'bout it Cooked a four-way right up at the crack house Any problems with niggas, gon' crash out Cooked that nigga, we gave him a smackdown When I send 'em, I know they gon' tell shit Out the kennel, my dog like a hell-pit Left me dead, I survived, but you left me Every day, I preach self-destruction Don't come lookin' for me at the wrong time Got a thirty like Curry right past nine Fuck with G, niggas know I'm gon' frontline Sit on niggas 'fore we get 'em hunted down Realest shit ever said, ain't no punchline
So many tears, I could fill up an ocean 'Fore the fame came out, was already in motion And some my young niggas ready to leave niggas soakin', yeah Yeah, out of state, up a stash, two hundred I'm coastin', yeah
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Compositores: Abraham Augusto Herrera, Carlton Davis Mays, Jr., Ciaran Mullan, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass