[Intro]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)
[Chorus]
I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic
Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage
No point in church 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'
It seem like evil and my soul attractin'
Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen
[Verse 1]
A nigga plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin'
Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really feed into a nigga when I know he lyin'
Love my lil' killer, keep him with me 'cause I know he ridin'
Hood on my back, was bustin' two-fours like Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dyin'?
In that i8, I drop the top to let my Rollie shine
Make all these bitches stop and stare, like, "Girl, he know he fine"
Lookin' at this jewelry, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for meals
I took my Glock on tour with me, way OT with the steel
Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real
Too much madness in this world, shit got me fiendin' for pills
If them bullets ain't take out Lil Bit, he'd be in the field
I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill
He passionate about the murder, slang that heat with some skill
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)
[Chorus]
I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic
Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage
No point in church 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'
It seem like evil and my soul attractin'
Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen
[Verse 1]
A nigga plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin'
Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really feed into a nigga when I know he lyin'
Love my lil' killer, keep him with me 'cause I know he ridin'
Hood on my back, was bustin' two-fours like Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dyin'?
In that i8, I drop the top to let my Rollie shine
Make all these bitches stop and stare, like, "Girl, he know he fine"
Lookin' at this jewelry, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for meals
I took my Glock on tour with me, way OT with the steel
Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real
Too much madness in this world, shit got me fiendin' for pills
If them bullets ain't take out Lil Bit, he'd be in the field
I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill
He passionate about the murder, slang that heat with some skill
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