Tragedy (feat. Bigga Rankin)

The tragedy in a man's life Is not having lived while you was alive Learning to love and lose is a part of life It's never having loved anyone or anything That's the biggest loss of all Wish me well three, the streets is waiting (yeah) Look, never put your trust in a nigga My mama told me that I can't do no dirt with you nigga's You can't wait to rat Big homie keep saying he got me, I can't wait on that No offence, but I'ma go get mine, just pray I make it back Okay, my main man down, lil' brother died and he won't pay back Hey, ever seen a grown man cry in a Maybach? Talking to God, the hood do anything to have lay back Lord know we'll do anything to have quay back Look, free dog, John Kenny, I can't wait to see y'all Miss me with that sucker shit, but don't piss me off Look, we ain't ducking no wreck, I just wrecked my new haul Had to cut the dead weight, I ain't no damn U-haul Long live K.O It's hard to spot the snakes when the grass grow And everybody fake but it gonna soon show The street dirty, what you think I keep a broom for? Huh, all this damn pain, I be needing medication I ain't need no education, I just stayed in rotation Real nigga, never let a sucker violate me I'm a grave digger, stop comparing me to your big homie, bitch I'm way bigger Huh, ring on my finger, that shit way bigger Huh, thinking they them nigga, bitch, we way bigger Huh, huh, I had to cut lil' shorty off, that nigga too bitter Before the song, I had no racks in the middle Now I say big bankroll, can't fit them racks in my denim Ayy, my lil' rich ass bro been gettin' racks since he was little, huh Me and money back to back splats, we was little, huh Before I was the man, I was the man in the middle Huh, before the bank jug, we had plans to get richer Playing with that pistol, I got a plan for my lil' one They know I cashed out, I ain't put down on no nothing, huh Ain't looking for no handout, no I don't want nothing from no nigga Six years later, I got elevators I got hella acres, nosy ass neighbors I got my own label, huh I don't need no money machine, I count my own paper Look, tell me why these so called thugs act like they shooting shit up But nigga's don't got guns, these nigga's so made up Talk tough online, this nigga's funny as fuck Mm-mm