[Intro]
Kill a street nigga, get a dime
Kill a rap nigga, get a dub
I heard you Kodak (Gang shit, uh, uh)
They be like, "Ayy, Herb, we got PTSD or what?"
(Post traumatic stress disorder, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Told him you gon' live but he ain't live, my nigga died
Thinking 'bout it now, the last time I really cried
Shut 'em tight, now I see red when I open my eyes
That's the only time I told my nigga a lie
'Member he had that bitch on fire and it wasn't even hot
I'm surprised we won that gun fight, it wasn't even a Glock
I was right there in his face and I ain't even get shot
Watch my comments 'cause the fans gon' say I got him got
16, I'm young as hell, we going on the opps
That's why it's lil' bro 'cause he don't talk too much, that nigga plotting
Please don't let Maneski influence him, that nigga rotten
We put in work for Kobe and Roc so they don't feel forgotten
6 AM I had my pen jottin'
C Money called me like "Pop out, we on it again, ándale"
I know the opps like, "Damn that's them again, they coming again it's ugly"
Mikk had the stu booked for me but I'm on the block with my killas 'cause that's where I wanna be
Went on my first hit but I ain't make it a body 'cause I saw a lady in front of me
I had a dream that I saw the nigga killed Roc with a gun in my hand, he was under me
I was naive chillin', ain't wanna go get it, thought I could just wait 'til it come to me
I went and got it, now I got a lot, nigga, everybody know I got dough, go wherever I wanna be (Wherever I wanna be)
Kill a street nigga, get a dime
Kill a rap nigga, get a dub
I heard you Kodak (Gang shit, uh, uh)
They be like, "Ayy, Herb, we got PTSD or what?"
(Post traumatic stress disorder, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Told him you gon' live but he ain't live, my nigga died
Thinking 'bout it now, the last time I really cried
Shut 'em tight, now I see red when I open my eyes
That's the only time I told my nigga a lie
'Member he had that bitch on fire and it wasn't even hot
I'm surprised we won that gun fight, it wasn't even a Glock
I was right there in his face and I ain't even get shot
Watch my comments 'cause the fans gon' say I got him got
16, I'm young as hell, we going on the opps
That's why it's lil' bro 'cause he don't talk too much, that nigga plotting
Please don't let Maneski influence him, that nigga rotten
We put in work for Kobe and Roc so they don't feel forgotten
6 AM I had my pen jottin'
C Money called me like "Pop out, we on it again, ándale"
I know the opps like, "Damn that's them again, they coming again it's ugly"
Mikk had the stu booked for me but I'm on the block with my killas 'cause that's where I wanna be
Went on my first hit but I ain't make it a body 'cause I saw a lady in front of me
I had a dream that I saw the nigga killed Roc with a gun in my hand, he was under me
I was naive chillin', ain't wanna go get it, thought I could just wait 'til it come to me
I went and got it, now I got a lot, nigga, everybody know I got dough, go wherever I wanna be (Wherever I wanna be)
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