Come Thru

I lost some old friends I had to tell, "No"

The streets, they washed up, most of these **** hoes

Can't see be going out sad, oh, no, no, no

When you ain't having nothing watch how they treat you

At my lowest all I had was God, don't ever think I need you

Count up a hundred bands of dirty money (Out the mud, ****)

Showed you the move and you tried to work it on me, and I'm like

I swear to God, 'fore I go out I wanna shoot

Clap rods like it ain't nothing else to do

Keep a stick on me, better have it on you

And if you got the drop, ****, fuck it, come on through

Pull up

****, fuck it, come on through

Know we outside with it

****, fuck it, come on through

We don't give no fucks, play you out of luck

I keep it on my side like my 40 was a crutch

I'm working with a pair, but bitch, I ain't the one

Might pop one in your head, talking about a one-on-one

Never catch me slipping, got it tucked right by my belly

Ask around the city, since a lil' one I been stepping

I stay out people business 'cause that shit be getting messy

'Cause soon I flash out, you gotta check it or respect it

I pray to God that my dawg come home

I keep it gun just to make it home

I hope my mom know I love her soul

But you raised a child with a troubled soul

I swear to God, 'fore I go out I wanna shoot

Clap rods like it ain't nothing else to do

Keep a stick on me, better have it on you

And if you got the drop, ****, fuck it, come on through

Pull up

****, fuck it, come on through

Know we outside with it

****, fuck it, come on through

I pray to God that my dawg come home

I keep a gun just to make it home

I hope my mom know I love her soul

But you raised a child with a troubled soul