[Chorus]
My niggas dying 'fore they grandpas
My niggas died 'fore they grandmas
You don't know me, just know what I tell him
They don't what's going on way behind these cameras
Ion fuck with 'em but that's my blood, like a tampon
Can't lie girl, I don't love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a nigga up with lead, like a scantron
I gave some racks to niggas lawyers and made damn bonds
[Verse]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
R.I.P. Big John, Ken got 2o years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what yo' niggas said bout 'em, leave the game, you is not a player
Had a car wreck, Progrеssive couldn't help us, R.I.P. Lil' Fat
Lost over 20 niggas but I don't want no sympathy
Thеy told me "Time will get better" (It did)
Two Rolex on both wrists, I went and bust down the bezels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dawgs, I might fuck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talked to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dawgs, got off when I thought about [?]
I'ma project baby, my brother paid a smoker to come put our cable up
I was spending not saving, all my potna, I couldn't get a dollar from
When it came to these hoes, you told me ain't winning, [?] money
Know these bitches be lying, but I ain't saying that they blocking for me
Can't be wasting no time, I put my watch in a sippy cup
They got money, we got money, but it's different
He a killa, caught another body, say "It felt different"
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my wall
They still hang with him, he told, and them niggas know he the law
Them niggas tripping, take they passport from 'em
You just see what I post, imagine what I don't, we gettin gassed up money
In my city ridin' round one deep, I got the dashboard runnin'
Seen a nigga get killed in the hood off 12, he took his last breaths from him
Lil' [?] got killed inside the projects, bullet in his screen door from 'em
[?] Work and Faygo
I sip this shit for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed, we had to lay low
Took a bullet in the head, turn him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head, now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I can kill him though
Ain't talked to Poody in a minute, that's still my nigga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20, praying that you're 54
My niggas dying 'fore they grandpas
My niggas died 'fore they grandmas
You don't know me, just know what I tell him
They don't what's going on way behind these cameras
Ion fuck with 'em but that's my blood, like a tampon
Can't lie girl, I don't love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a nigga up with lead, like a scantron
I gave some racks to niggas lawyers and made damn bonds
[Verse]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
R.I.P. Big John, Ken got 2o years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what yo' niggas said bout 'em, leave the game, you is not a player
Had a car wreck, Progrеssive couldn't help us, R.I.P. Lil' Fat
Lost over 20 niggas but I don't want no sympathy
Thеy told me "Time will get better" (It did)
Two Rolex on both wrists, I went and bust down the bezels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dawgs, I might fuck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talked to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dawgs, got off when I thought about [?]
I'ma project baby, my brother paid a smoker to come put our cable up
I was spending not saving, all my potna, I couldn't get a dollar from
When it came to these hoes, you told me ain't winning, [?] money
Know these bitches be lying, but I ain't saying that they blocking for me
Can't be wasting no time, I put my watch in a sippy cup
They got money, we got money, but it's different
He a killa, caught another body, say "It felt different"
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my wall
They still hang with him, he told, and them niggas know he the law
Them niggas tripping, take they passport from 'em
You just see what I post, imagine what I don't, we gettin gassed up money
In my city ridin' round one deep, I got the dashboard runnin'
Seen a nigga get killed in the hood off 12, he took his last breaths from him
Lil' [?] got killed inside the projects, bullet in his screen door from 'em
[?] Work and Faygo
I sip this shit for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed, we had to lay low
Took a bullet in the head, turn him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head, now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I can kill him though
Ain't talked to Poody in a minute, that's still my nigga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20, praying that you're 54
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