[Chorus]
My niggas dyin' for they grandpas
My niggas dyin' for they grandmas
He don't know me just know what I tell him
They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don't fuck wit him, but thats 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 1]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
RIP Big John, he ain't got 20 years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what your nigga said about him, leave the game you is not a player
Had the car wrecked, Progressive couldn't help us RIP Lil Fed
Lost over 20 niggas, but I don't want no sympathy
They told me time will get better
It did, 2 Rollies on both wrists I went and bust down the bezzels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dogs I might fuck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talk to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dogs, got off when I thought about Paid in Full
I'm a project baby my brother prayed smoke woulda come put our cable up
I was spending not saving on my partner I couldn't get a dollar from him
When it came to these hoes he told me he went in his profit money
Know these bitches be lying, but I ain't saying 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 its different
He a killer caught another body say it felt different
All alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my walls
They still hang with him he told, man 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, gettin gas store money
In my city ridin round one deep I got the dashboard running
Seen a nigga get killed in the hood, I was 12 they took his last breath from him
Dude momma got killed inside the projects, bullets in the screen door from it
Post these numbers wock in a faygo
I sip this shit for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed we had to lay low
Took a bullet to the head turned him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I could kill him though
Ain't talk to Poodie in a minute, thats still my nigga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20 praying that you're 54
My niggas dyin' for they grandpas
My niggas dyin' for they grandmas
He don't know me just know what I tell him
They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don't fuck wit him, but thats 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 1]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
RIP Big John, he ain't got 20 years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what your nigga said about him, leave the game you is not a player
Had the car wrecked, Progressive couldn't help us RIP Lil Fed
Lost over 20 niggas, but I don't want no sympathy
They told me time will get better
It did, 2 Rollies on both wrists I went and bust down the bezzels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dogs I might fuck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talk to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dogs, got off when I thought about Paid in Full
I'm a project baby my brother prayed smoke woulda come put our cable up
I was spending not saving on my partner I couldn't get a dollar from him
When it came to these hoes he told me he went in his profit money
Know these bitches be lying, but I ain't saying 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 its different
He a killer caught another body say it felt different
All alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my walls
They still hang with him he told, man 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, gettin gas store money
In my city ridin round one deep I got the dashboard running
Seen a nigga get killed in the hood, I was 12 they took his last breath from him
Dude momma got killed inside the projects, bullets in the screen door from it
Post these numbers wock in a faygo
I sip this shit for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed we had to lay low
Took a bullet to the head turned him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I could kill him though
Ain't talk to Poodie in a minute, thats still my nigga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20 praying that you're 54
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