[Intro]
(Beat it up, Bavaro)
I just lost my dawg to the streets, no, I can't shed no tear, huh
I lost it all just to be right here (Nah, for real, yeah)
[Verse 1: NorthSideBenji]
I just lost my brother to the streets, don't know what happened
I ain't lookin' for peace, I want that action
I need 'bout fifty-thousand dollars worth of static
Fully automatic, really livin' tragic
And I was really in the streets, came up off tragedy
When you get left inside your sleep for all that agi'
Swerve
Bottles comin' in inside my section
Money comin' in, no second guessin'
Got a Goyard bag for the ladies
Gotta stack all this paper up for my bredrens
Gotta stack all this paper up for his child
And if they ever kill me then I'm goin' out in style
I just did a few for you, Hou, go and check the dial
I really miss my niggas, fuck this rappin' shit
I'm just tryna see how much the stacks I get
I've been gone for a minute, I'll be back again
When they took my dawg, ain't want to rap again
All this fentanyl, you in the trap again
Knock up at the door, this just this paranoia
The fed's up on the phone, them niggas lookin' for you
I be in L.A. with the machine, gettin' litty
'Course I had a choice, I chose to leave out my city
But when I get back, it's Rolls-Royce for my city
God just called my phone, said I'm the voice of my city
(Beat it up, Bavaro)
I just lost my dawg to the streets, no, I can't shed no tear, huh
I lost it all just to be right here (Nah, for real, yeah)
[Verse 1: NorthSideBenji]
I just lost my brother to the streets, don't know what happened
I ain't lookin' for peace, I want that action
I need 'bout fifty-thousand dollars worth of static
Fully automatic, really livin' tragic
And I was really in the streets, came up off tragedy
When you get left inside your sleep for all that agi'
Swerve
Bottles comin' in inside my section
Money comin' in, no second guessin'
Got a Goyard bag for the ladies
Gotta stack all this paper up for my bredrens
Gotta stack all this paper up for his child
And if they ever kill me then I'm goin' out in style
I just did a few for you, Hou, go and check the dial
I really miss my niggas, fuck this rappin' shit
I'm just tryna see how much the stacks I get
I've been gone for a minute, I'll be back again
When they took my dawg, ain't want to rap again
All this fentanyl, you in the trap again
Knock up at the door, this just this paranoia
The fed's up on the phone, them niggas lookin' for you
I be in L.A. with the machine, gettin' litty
'Course I had a choice, I chose to leave out my city
But when I get back, it's Rolls-Royce for my city
God just called my phone, said I'm the voice of my city
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