[Intro]
(TJ produced it)
Ooh woah, oh-oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
Oh, yeah
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayy
[Chorus]
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
[Verse 1]
Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
Out in the streets, he left four children
Double the pain that I been feeling
Never understood what that shit really meant
Momma smokin' dope, right there by
Rufus house, since I had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eighth, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road at an early age, that's where I learned all my knowledge
Letter from my lil' cousin Vinny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee
2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin'
Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen
So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin'
I knew that shit, that wasn't for me, right back to lights, camera, action
Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon
When I ain't have a place to go, I stayed with Tim, my lil' cousin
Now they on my dick, who been there for me? That's one thing I remember
Oh, you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member
(TJ produced it)
Ooh woah, oh-oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
Oh, yeah
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayy
[Chorus]
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
[Verse 1]
Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
Out in the streets, he left four children
Double the pain that I been feeling
Never understood what that shit really meant
Momma smokin' dope, right there by
Rufus house, since I had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eighth, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road at an early age, that's where I learned all my knowledge
Letter from my lil' cousin Vinny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee
2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin'
Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen
So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin'
I knew that shit, that wasn't for me, right back to lights, camera, action
Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon
When I ain't have a place to go, I stayed with Tim, my lil' cousin
Now they on my dick, who been there for me? That's one thing I remember
Oh, you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member
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