[Intro]
Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I come from a place where if you die, your bro the shooter
Sittin' in the church, I heard his name and say hallelujah
Really think God didn't send me here to pay for all they funerals
Seen a lot of them niggas go get touched, they had the cooties
He trappin' all his life, workin' overtime even though he tired
He can't go to sleep 'round none of his brothers, he know they slime
Seen a nigga kill a nigga, go to the funeral, he fakin' cryin'
They gave my nigga sixty years, they won't free him 'til he eighty-nine
Won't leave the city for long, he run back to that field where niggas just dyin'
Streets brainwash you, all that money you made off robbin' won't pay no taxes
I was with Young Thad right 'fore that happened
He just was with me, now he ain't breathin', hopin' I see him again
I was thinkin' 'bout throwin' an AirTag in the casket
Know peer pressure'll get you killed, he ain't have the nuts to say he chillin'
He prayin' that they don't hit big, them niggas gon' kill him on that lick
I lost three niggas from a pill, wardrobe they Perc' was pressed to fit
You can't get the man you want, gotta make his cousin feel that stick
You too many greedy people around you, it gon' hurt they tummy to see these mills
Say he wanna get paid 'cause he ain't tell, these niggas want money to keep it real
Lot of niggas can't stomach death, he had went to vomitting on the drill
In their hood, they rob they brothers, don't tell your mama 'bout what he did
If you rat, you'll lose it all, don't tell your honor 'bout what you did
If he told, then I'm a rat if I send him money down to his bid
His female'll turn him over, we done caught him fumbling with his kids
I forgave you, but I ain't forget
9/11, this Rolex watch is plain jane
In the hood, it ain't nothin' to do, every day we do the same thing
To the world, she selfish, she done come far
She been molested by an uncle
Fucked me up, my homegirl hung herself
How you 'posed to deal with mental health?
How you 'posed to deal with PTSD?
I was calling on Bree, like she can help
Niggas go to jail and run a PC, but you reppin' on my people death
They murked my lil' brother, this shit won't end, hope I don't die 'fore I get revenge
Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
I come from a place where if you die, your bro the shooter
Sittin' in the church, I heard his name and say hallelujah
Really think God didn't send me here to pay for all they funerals
Seen a lot of them niggas go get touched, they had the cooties
He trappin' all his life, workin' overtime even though he tired
He can't go to sleep 'round none of his brothers, he know they slime
Seen a nigga kill a nigga, go to the funeral, he fakin' cryin'
They gave my nigga sixty years, they won't free him 'til he eighty-nine
Won't leave the city for long, he run back to that field where niggas just dyin'
Streets brainwash you, all that money you made off robbin' won't pay no taxes
I was with Young Thad right 'fore that happened
He just was with me, now he ain't breathin', hopin' I see him again
I was thinkin' 'bout throwin' an AirTag in the casket
Know peer pressure'll get you killed, he ain't have the nuts to say he chillin'
He prayin' that they don't hit big, them niggas gon' kill him on that lick
I lost three niggas from a pill, wardrobe they Perc' was pressed to fit
You can't get the man you want, gotta make his cousin feel that stick
You too many greedy people around you, it gon' hurt they tummy to see these mills
Say he wanna get paid 'cause he ain't tell, these niggas want money to keep it real
Lot of niggas can't stomach death, he had went to vomitting on the drill
In their hood, they rob they brothers, don't tell your mama 'bout what he did
If you rat, you'll lose it all, don't tell your honor 'bout what you did
If he told, then I'm a rat if I send him money down to his bid
His female'll turn him over, we done caught him fumbling with his kids
I forgave you, but I ain't forget
9/11, this Rolex watch is plain jane
In the hood, it ain't nothin' to do, every day we do the same thing
To the world, she selfish, she done come far
She been molested by an uncle
Fucked me up, my homegirl hung herself
How you 'posed to deal with mental health?
How you 'posed to deal with PTSD?
I was calling on Bree, like she can help
Niggas go to jail and run a PC, but you reppin' on my people death
They murked my lil' brother, this shit won't end, hope I don't die 'fore I get revenge
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