[Intro]
Tune up
Sonic
[Verse 1]
You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches?
You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness?
I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister
They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em
We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher
Funeral home, they extorted me 'cause I be paying for bookings
Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy
Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums
[Chorus]
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
Tune up
Sonic
[Verse 1]
You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches?
You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness?
I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister
They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em
We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher
Funeral home, they extorted me 'cause I be paying for bookings
Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy
Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums
[Chorus]
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
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