[Verse 1]
If you knew you wasn't real, you shouldn't have joined that crew
I guess I seen it from a whole different point of view
Think that's your mans 'til he standing on that stand
Then he raise his right hand and he point at you
And a shorty caught a bullet just for going to school
And he just had a scholarship, his mom confused
They tryna keep us in a position where we bound to lose
But you make the decision, you just gotta choose
Damn, I remember them old days, them was those days
Talkin' when I had the low fade, guess I'm stuck in my old ways
And we ain't never have no real monеy
What you know 'bout mama workin' check to check
Cause what shе makin' is the bill money
It wasn't no house up on the hill for me
It wasn't no record label deal for me
I had to steal money
I leave out the house not knowing if I might gon' come home
What you know 'bout walkin' in the house and the lights don't come on
I'm talkin' way before I thought about writing a song
I'm talkin' way before I thought about writing my wrongs
And how I'm beefing with niggas that I got love for
The ones I'll take a slug for, you used to be my mud, bruh
I know I said some hurtful shit, but you said it first
And if somethin' was to happen to you, nigga, I'll be hurt
I can't even sit here and act like it ain't on my nerve
And I can't act like you wasn't there when I was at my worst
We can't let this shit divide us
When one rise, we all rise, all we got is us
This what our niggas died for? You can't get time back when that time up
Free my nigga Beans, he got caught up in that lineup
And he ain't give a lineup
And I don't trust them new niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas
I feel like they'll slime us
And when the money came, it brought more fame
And more pain, I was juggling with a lot of shit and still supported gangnem
Remember using crates to make a rim
Now I'm sittin' courtside in the Lakers gym
Damn, my brothers they was in and out the system
Cold nights up in that station, mama was in and out to get them
And these young niggas don't respect the OGs
They be wildin' OC, they don't care
They'll let it ring in front of the police
No wonder why it's no peace
I get on these beats and let my soul speak, but you can hear my soul weak
They say my brother was found unresponsive in a cell
Mama called, I heard it in her voice, I know it's real
She like, "It's your brother," then I got the chills
Then I instantly start thinking about the times when we was little
But this one hard to swallow cause this one hell of a pill
Then I asked her, "Did he pass?," She said, "No, he was killed"
Damn
If you knew you wasn't real, you shouldn't have joined that crew
I guess I seen it from a whole different point of view
Think that's your mans 'til he standing on that stand
Then he raise his right hand and he point at you
And a shorty caught a bullet just for going to school
And he just had a scholarship, his mom confused
They tryna keep us in a position where we bound to lose
But you make the decision, you just gotta choose
Damn, I remember them old days, them was those days
Talkin' when I had the low fade, guess I'm stuck in my old ways
And we ain't never have no real monеy
What you know 'bout mama workin' check to check
Cause what shе makin' is the bill money
It wasn't no house up on the hill for me
It wasn't no record label deal for me
I had to steal money
I leave out the house not knowing if I might gon' come home
What you know 'bout walkin' in the house and the lights don't come on
I'm talkin' way before I thought about writing a song
I'm talkin' way before I thought about writing my wrongs
And how I'm beefing with niggas that I got love for
The ones I'll take a slug for, you used to be my mud, bruh
I know I said some hurtful shit, but you said it first
And if somethin' was to happen to you, nigga, I'll be hurt
I can't even sit here and act like it ain't on my nerve
And I can't act like you wasn't there when I was at my worst
We can't let this shit divide us
When one rise, we all rise, all we got is us
This what our niggas died for? You can't get time back when that time up
Free my nigga Beans, he got caught up in that lineup
And he ain't give a lineup
And I don't trust them new niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas
I feel like they'll slime us
And when the money came, it brought more fame
And more pain, I was juggling with a lot of shit and still supported gangnem
Remember using crates to make a rim
Now I'm sittin' courtside in the Lakers gym
Damn, my brothers they was in and out the system
Cold nights up in that station, mama was in and out to get them
And these young niggas don't respect the OGs
They be wildin' OC, they don't care
They'll let it ring in front of the police
No wonder why it's no peace
I get on these beats and let my soul speak, but you can hear my soul weak
They say my brother was found unresponsive in a cell
Mama called, I heard it in her voice, I know it's real
She like, "It's your brother," then I got the chills
Then I instantly start thinking about the times when we was little
But this one hard to swallow cause this one hell of a pill
Then I asked her, "Did he pass?," She said, "No, he was killed"
Damn
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