[Intro]
K9
[Chorus]
Me and my niggas get brought on the block and we'll just trade Glocks
Rest in peace my niggas in Heaven, this shit get real, I wish we could trade spots
I'm slidin' for you, I'd die for you, I'd ride for you, you all I got
Niggas in they feelings 'bout these bitches, bro, we hit 'em all
Exotic Glocks, exotic sticks, exotic weed, exotic hoes
Alive or dead inside, feel like my heart gone (Feel like my heart gone)
Fake love ain't meant for me, grandma done gon' wonder who gon' pray for me
These niggas envy me, I stay with that stick, I can't let 'em take me
[Verse 1]
Thankful for my blessings, coming from everything I deserve
Remember staring at the ceiling like, "God, please drop a million"
Not a cause, I roll past yelling, "Key lod went back and bought 'em"
Fuck a therapist, at a young age learned to tuck my problems
Was too young to understand the streets, my partner died young
I'm just tryna live it up, survive the light or dark clouds
Know you want the best for me, but I'm just asking God, "Why?"
It ain't no more teals, dog, I promise, it's all anger
Ever since I touched them dice, my life been a livin' gamble
Thank God, I ain't never sat in the cell eating cold trays
Thankful that I'm still here, drop to my knees, thank the Lord
Gunshots, nothin' but where I'm from, I'm just tryna get away
K9
[Chorus]
Me and my niggas get brought on the block and we'll just trade Glocks
Rest in peace my niggas in Heaven, this shit get real, I wish we could trade spots
I'm slidin' for you, I'd die for you, I'd ride for you, you all I got
Niggas in they feelings 'bout these bitches, bro, we hit 'em all
Exotic Glocks, exotic sticks, exotic weed, exotic hoes
Alive or dead inside, feel like my heart gone (Feel like my heart gone)
Fake love ain't meant for me, grandma done gon' wonder who gon' pray for me
These niggas envy me, I stay with that stick, I can't let 'em take me
[Verse 1]
Thankful for my blessings, coming from everything I deserve
Remember staring at the ceiling like, "God, please drop a million"
Not a cause, I roll past yelling, "Key lod went back and bought 'em"
Fuck a therapist, at a young age learned to tuck my problems
Was too young to understand the streets, my partner died young
I'm just tryna live it up, survive the light or dark clouds
Know you want the best for me, but I'm just asking God, "Why?"
It ain't no more teals, dog, I promise, it's all anger
Ever since I touched them dice, my life been a livin' gamble
Thank God, I ain't never sat in the cell eating cold trays
Thankful that I'm still here, drop to my knees, thank the Lord
Gunshots, nothin' but where I'm from, I'm just tryna get away
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