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Conversation with God, pray I make it out the slums Granny fell apart when they gave her baby dub I just fell out with my nigga, tried to play me for some crumbs Death before dishonory, for real is fake as fuck Half a eight in the cup, fell asleep on the gwala It get murky in these waters, blood be wit piranhas And we don't do the drive by's, we on feet wit the llama Pick him off, drop the yicki off and meet at my momma's They say the vehicle description was a purple Impala My lil nigga eatin, he just murder for commas And Hi-Points is for dorks you couldn't learn it in college Understand how I live when niggas squirt up ya cottage We servin' the 'cotics, it killed me when they murdered my patna Dirt on the yoppa, you know we put in work wit the yoppa I'm nervous around you, they say you on that work lil patna I ain't seen it But I heard somethin bout it, stay over there lil patna And we was only tryna make a way They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryna go another way They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way But where I come from all we do it take And we was only tryna make a way Conversation with the Devil, told the boy 'I'm a rebel' Told the boy, 'It's whatever' Made it outta that shit, hoe nigga I'm clever And we gone see how quick a bitch fold, we won't let up Let that bitch Nina Ross gone kiss 'em I only got six shots left, I won't miss 'em Give a fuck if your bitch ridin', she get popped with 'em Nah, we don't give no fucks, not even a little Catch em at the light, camera face, how I did 'em Plug just hit my phone, A-Boogie how I get 'em You know right or wrong, lil nigga I'm slidin' with 'em, lil nigga The fire with 'em, lil nigga We tryna end them lil niggas And we was only tryna make a way They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryna go another way They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way But where I come from all we do it take And we was only tryna make a way I ain't lookin' for no nigga, 'cause I'm scrapin' By the time they started showing love, I realized it was fake Will I ever catch a break? I bet it's never what they say My block been mighty hot, I think the Devil on his way Glock .40, 30 shots, I brought a shovel for a snake Know nothin' 'bout no murder, don't know shit about your case It's death before dishonor with them burners to my face I'm out here slidin' with no learners, throwin' pistols in the lake They told me make a way, I loaded clips and bitch I baked a cake Ain't no turtle beat no rabbit in no street race See, I might leave you with your life but I'm gonna take the safe And motherfuck a finish line, we ain't got no brakes And we was only tryna make a way They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryna go another way They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way But where I come from all we do it take And we was only tryna to make a way
Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Stephen Fain, Jason Anthony Wilkinson, Vega Daniel Cruz, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Michael Lamar Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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