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Crime Scene - Rome Streetz & FARMABEATS
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Crime Scene - Rome Streetz & FARMABEATS
[Verse 1]
Yo
I seen a nigga get bodied in my neighborhood
Life cut short 'cause he was caught slippin' in New York
Fuck you thought
You could lose it all over torque
Bloodsport, take your last breath on the sidewalk
I feel for him, his girl, his seed and his mama too
Survival of the fittest, my city some kinda zoo
Yellow tape barricade, white sheet on him
Kinda numb, this shit I see often
Police talkin', askin' for clues, nobody sayin' shit
The shooter probably still here lookin' for loose lips
It's deep daily at war with the cousin asleep
Get clipped off for nothin', more taggin' your feet
Hungry niggas tryna eat, predator pray on the weak
Best friends can turn foes over loose box freaks
It's like the cycle elevates your brain, tryna break the chain
But in reality, I swear that shit won't ever change
Currency, narcotics, and bein' jealousy
The leader caught a death in the hood, what is you tellin' me?

[Chorus]
Our father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm
Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home
Said "fuck authority," young nigga thinkin' he grown
I'm tryna live where niggas get killed on the quest to be known Father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm
Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home
Said "fuck authority," young nigga thinkin' he grown
I'm tryna live where niggas get killed on the quest to be known
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