Open Woundz (feat. Lil Los)

Still in touch with them sidewalks but most the time Block to block my ride squats, I'm supposed to find A way up out these streets but the Yoc keeps callin' my name F*ck the money and the fame if suckaz want me to change Cause I only know how to act one way Ready for the gunplay, Monday thru Sunday Many open woundz that still haven't healed, my life is filled with Eventually people I have to kill I shall deal with Just let me get this mil ticket, so I could do this dirt Then hit the block and still kick it, leave many mothers hurt Their boys didn't make the cut, They should have raised their sons to keep their f*ckin' mouth shut Them tears, I could give a f*ck For years I've been feelin' f*cked in the game Since sixteen I've kept a pistol tucked within' range F*cked in the brain in more ways than one I reminisce back to the days when I could taste the blunt When we would blaze our guns down at the tracks and practice Shootin' wild rabbits, police could never catch us Northside rivertown, highway 4 to second street Is the area of the Yoc that infected me These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal They turn material witness just to catch a better deal They'll never find your body do to decomposer Your death gettin closer cuz Wood need some closure These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal They turn material witness just to catch a better deal They'll never find your body do to decomposer Your death is gettin' closer cuz Los need some closure