[Intro]
(Frank Got The Pack)
(Al Geno on the Track)
[Chorus]
My momma told me, "thuggin' is gon' cost you"
I'm thinking fuck that, drugs gon' solve my problems
I can't afford that, but I'm still taking losses
Devil's on my back, God would take him off me
The Hood Doctor, but I'm losing all my patients
They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated
Satan defense, I feel like I couldn't shake it
They so good at showing fake love (ohh)
I'm an inch away from giving up
[Verse 1]
If I got a dollar for every casket I seen, I'd be a millionaire
Ask God to let me stop in Hell before I get to heaven (yeah)
I hate to say it but most my niggas there
Your kids want some tennis shoes
Your car note and your rent due
Robbing not his hustle
It's just some shit that he got into
Tend to get in my feelings when I'm venting what I been through
Life is a bitch, won't take her panties off (Yeah)
Every time shit be going good it don't last
I'd buy a spine, I'd do anything to get my niggas back
Massage me when a opp die
I'm homicide relaxin'
Seem like the ones leave be the ones that I'm attached to
Fred took his last breath on Birdsville steps
I hope you make it out
This for the ones that's still there
You got two options in the hood
Nigga, that's jail or death
(Frank Got The Pack)
(Al Geno on the Track)
[Chorus]
My momma told me, "thuggin' is gon' cost you"
I'm thinking fuck that, drugs gon' solve my problems
I can't afford that, but I'm still taking losses
Devil's on my back, God would take him off me
The Hood Doctor, but I'm losing all my patients
They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated
Satan defense, I feel like I couldn't shake it
They so good at showing fake love (ohh)
I'm an inch away from giving up
[Verse 1]
If I got a dollar for every casket I seen, I'd be a millionaire
Ask God to let me stop in Hell before I get to heaven (yeah)
I hate to say it but most my niggas there
Your kids want some tennis shoes
Your car note and your rent due
Robbing not his hustle
It's just some shit that he got into
Tend to get in my feelings when I'm venting what I been through
Life is a bitch, won't take her panties off (Yeah)
Every time shit be going good it don't last
I'd buy a spine, I'd do anything to get my niggas back
Massage me when a opp die
I'm homicide relaxin'
Seem like the ones leave be the ones that I'm attached to
Fred took his last breath on Birdsville steps
I hope you make it out
This for the ones that's still there
You got two options in the hood
Nigga, that's jail or death
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