I was told to make a play on my brother if I got some
And never will my brother especially if y'all both don't got nothing
Learned that from my mother but in them streets is when I got some
So many people dying around me I feel like I see God coming
[?] doing, stop the violence, they ain't going to stop nothing
Kings killing kings and end up running when the cops coming
End up with PDS and take a deal for 35 son
Go upstairs, sweep, and get some money for your mom son
They ain't really lied young and I tell it to you really
I tell you how I feel even if you're in your feeling
Ain't nothing really throw [?] with a nigga playing chess so many hours
Mind games with all the pillars
I know the routes
I told my young and if you beefing, why you going out
On the ground giving up low or you showing out
[?] that's how y'all going out
[?] about a hoe, that's how y'all thought about it
I been keeping it chill, shit I can't tell you I don't know about it
He's so deep in the field, went for the fourth, they knocked the soul out
I was Beverly Hills I got the cold and I ain't heard about it
All I did was shake my head and think myself I told him about it

Don't follow the heathens
231 now we get to see the Sun to evening
Don't follow the heathens
[?]
[?] me sleeping

My young in the graveyard wasn't trying to win no go
He could have been like me he said he want to be like old dog
They shot him in his head I seen she look like a mohawk
Nobody was in there his mama had to turn the control off
Treacherous, it was him and his sister when he took his last breath for [?] dog
Grandmama, she ain't touching [?] on him
Listening to his [?] know he should have had [?] on him
Follow the heathens if you ain't playing hollows, get even
My young and tired of sliding and he got to play defense
Them killers want his body, he going to die as a demon

Brrt
Fuck it

He had turned his demon up when he had got them Glocks
He had turned into a boss when he had got them blocks
And when he's spinning, there ain't no winner
They can't even block a shot
And once we send a nigga we send you praying to God or not
He went to following them heathens, that shit got him shot
He got to speaking about meek and then meek got him rocked
Ain't been too deep up in them streets I'm in and out them spots
It's crazy, we started off as friends but they had died as ops
We got money by the stack
Bitches by the rack
Shaq will lock me in the back before I die [?]
Nigga never got my jewels I had to buy him back
I thought switchy on that Mac can knock him out his hat
Still get you chased by a mass man
Caught him at the club with his bitch, that was his last dance
Smoke with me
Better take your gizzy to the trash can 'cause I've been in the trench selling the shooters
You a half man, half bitch
And I've been this way since I ain't had shit
[?] is in the town
Hands down
Like 30 past six
Anybody going against the gang get a casket
And we don't show no sympathy for the pussies, we laughin