Emotions 30 Deep Grimeyy
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[Intro]
I was lock up off at the slammer street style at the sto'
Best of my city nigga, versatile with this shit
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off at the slammer, Streetz died at the sto'
I was sliding by myself you know I keep that four-o
Steady bouncing through they set, they know its murder what she wrote
2016 couldn't get no furlough, that shit hurt me to my soul
[Verse 1]
Me and my brother shared a twin, we slept face to feet
30 Deep the gang that's what I bang, know I do it for Streetz
2013 JD died and he was walking to school
2014 Keon died, so I ain't got shit to lose
I got my link back from my brother, I ain't got shit to prove
I dropped the bag on my mama, now her ass finna move
I'm a killer, street's a killer, got lil' bro on my neck
I told track to be patient Imma buy him a jet
Royce he taught me everything, gotta pay him respect
RIP Smokey Loca, how you die on the set?
I can't wait to see D-Berry, Bay bay, tell 'em free Wayde
I came home for a week but when I left I was stressed
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off at the slammer, Streetz died at the sto'
I was sliding by myself you know I keep that four-o
Steady bouncing through they set, they know its murder what she wrote
2016 couldn't get no furlough, that shit hurt me to my soul
I was lock up off at the slammer street style at the sto'
Best of my city nigga, versatile with this shit
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off at the slammer, Streetz died at the sto'
I was sliding by myself you know I keep that four-o
Steady bouncing through they set, they know its murder what she wrote
2016 couldn't get no furlough, that shit hurt me to my soul
[Verse 1]
Me and my brother shared a twin, we slept face to feet
30 Deep the gang that's what I bang, know I do it for Streetz
2013 JD died and he was walking to school
2014 Keon died, so I ain't got shit to lose
I got my link back from my brother, I ain't got shit to prove
I dropped the bag on my mama, now her ass finna move
I'm a killer, street's a killer, got lil' bro on my neck
I told track to be patient Imma buy him a jet
Royce he taught me everything, gotta pay him respect
RIP Smokey Loca, how you die on the set?
I can't wait to see D-Berry, Bay bay, tell 'em free Wayde
I came home for a week but when I left I was stressed
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off at the slammer, Streetz died at the sto'
I was sliding by myself you know I keep that four-o
Steady bouncing through they set, they know its murder what she wrote
2016 couldn't get no furlough, that shit hurt me to my soul
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