Gospel

Young Jezzy nigga trap or die Them niggas ain't shooting for the sky Them lil niggas shooting till you die Another victim of a homicide It's kids playing where that body lyes The black top is a red top I heard he hit him with a head shot (Bow Bow) and he feel out But this ain't back in the day Young niggas strapped in the A Young niggas trafficking yay Young niggas moving them P's Young niggas swiping CC's I had to run up a check I had to come up & flex I had to flood the petek I had to learn to finesse I had to earn some respect I was sleeping on my momma couch Rats & roaches at my momma house I was trappin had to grind it out Hoping that she wouldn't find it out When she at work I had to time it out Did it all without a farther hand Young nigga turned to a man Only real niggas understand I had to get me a bends So I had to get me a bin A young niggas swiping for M's Bank account or a check cash Now I'm working on my next stash Now they asking how my neck glass Now they wonder how I swept past (Talk) Fuck waiting on the next nigga you better get off yo ass and go get you some money Real bosses got it planned out Ain't no mothafuckin hand outs Stand up niggas stand out Everybody got they bands out They can never say we ran out I just wanna help the fam out I just wanna pull the lamb out Fuck noodles eat lamb now 4 quarters at the four seasons Been ballin like 4 seasons Dinner table and we all eating Can't give a fuck bought a bitch Long as we all getting rich How long we been hitting licks How long we been in this shit Nigga don't never forget Been in this shit since a jit Now we got all this shit lit Now all the paper legit Yeah I treat my bro like my brother We always gone fuck with each other Real niggas straight from the gutter