Tekst Utworu

We was young but we grown We was dumb, but we know Run it up it's on the floor Don't put your feelings in your business Shit ain't personal Tell him watch his mouth he start to curse at four I say she can't get no dick She start to curse at Four Bitch ain't never get no double CC purse before Ay I pull up to the plug house and get my percs and go They was all scared to rap inside this bitch I'm first to go He play with Four then he the first to go He not too young to understand Cus when this shit all hit the fan You better take that like a man Made your bed you better lay in that Stand here for about twenty minutes Tell him play it back Now they say they don't wanna testify I think I know why Open my hands receive my blessings now Just fall in from the sky I was young asking questions Used to wonder why Draco clap for that comedian he was a funny guy It was tears in my eyes Know I cried Cousin died Brother died Other brother died It's not three's it's fives Seven shots got me traumatized They watching out for my demise Shit go off them war cries He didn't hesitate to make it clap I just pray we make it back Way too real no faking that Purple thoink and yellow bitches in my Laker hat You up that shit you better shoot it I might take a strap Won't tolerate no disrespect it's that You see his line it's flat It's columbine part two they not expecting that You come in the apartments I was in the back Me and Milk, Lil Bear and Matt Ms. Tammy died the hood felt it She wasn't coming back Grandpa died I damn near melted I wasn't there for that Can't stand for I'm bout to say go get a chair for that Folks nem said he was my brother then he turned his back Ain't need no nigga to swing no cutter I was doing that Thanksgiving dinner from my mother I picked dude over my brother Free tickets when my sister paid Did too much must think ima runner Big Ol Boss before that money came There won't be another Tried to give that boy the C4 frame Went back to the gutter You want him to be just like me You want him to diss me too My lil bitch say she a Pieces and she wetter than a pool And they said I wouldn't be shit Cus I was falling back in school They took Anthony but they didn't take his chain So what I do Dropped out, got a pack Hit the block, made it back Clocked out, clocked in I ain't clocked out yet Ducks all in a row check Swear they think I wrote that Rap this shit don't hold back Kinda like therapy Ungrateful they using me but they all scared of me When I get mad They blame my anger on my medicine These perc fifteens ain't do it Adderal ain't do it I know that this ecstasy ain't do it For sure the weed ain't do it We so young but they don't understand me Try to take sum he dumb kill him for my family Bitches say she can't stand me Told the police unhand me I put him on a damn tee Four
Writer(s): Justin Bell, John Jr., Markino Hay, Mutenets Nikita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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