[Chorus: Westside Tut]
43 and 0, my [?] take a soul
[?] tryna make it home
I go through the struggle, I know that I'm not alone
We might lose a battle, but we never lose a war
This one for my trappers, with no contacts in his phone
He ain't buying nothing, but [?]
He got what you need, you can give him what he want
Money got my youngings sliding right across the floor
[Verse 1: Westside Tut]
Take [?] I had to put in work
Tryna hold on to my heart, 'cause you know it hurt
He just found out he a [?] but I [?] first
[?] time to go berserk
I don't condone [?] crash dummies, gotta stay alive
How you make it this far and you still survive?
When you in the cell it's different, that's that ghetto pride
You can't grip up on that pistol, you [?]
Morе bills and more decisions, I need silance
Somе niggas up in the pen said we need vilance
I've been tryna keep the peace, but they keep sliding
Everytime they go [?] keep dying
[Chorus: Westside Tut]
43 and 0, my [?] take a soul
[?] tryna make it home
I go through the struggle, I know that I'm not alone
We might lose a battle, but we never lose a war
This one for my trappers, with no contacts in his phone
He ain't buying nothing, but [?]
He got what you need, you can give him what he want
Money got my youngings sliding right across the floor
43 and 0, my [?] take a soul
[?] tryna make it home
I go through the struggle, I know that I'm not alone
We might lose a battle, but we never lose a war
This one for my trappers, with no contacts in his phone
He ain't buying nothing, but [?]
He got what you need, you can give him what he want
Money got my youngings sliding right across the floor
[Verse 1: Westside Tut]
Take [?] I had to put in work
Tryna hold on to my heart, 'cause you know it hurt
He just found out he a [?] but I [?] first
[?] time to go berserk
I don't condone [?] crash dummies, gotta stay alive
How you make it this far and you still survive?
When you in the cell it's different, that's that ghetto pride
You can't grip up on that pistol, you [?]
Morе bills and more decisions, I need silance
Somе niggas up in the pen said we need vilance
I've been tryna keep the peace, but they keep sliding
Everytime they go [?] keep dying
[Chorus: Westside Tut]
43 and 0, my [?] take a soul
[?] tryna make it home
I go through the struggle, I know that I'm not alone
We might lose a battle, but we never lose a war
This one for my trappers, with no contacts in his phone
He ain't buying nothing, but [?]
He got what you need, you can give him what he want
Money got my youngings sliding right across the floor
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