T’s f#cked up now i miss the way that sh#t used to be
I’m tryna open different doors i just ain’t got the key
It’s different floors for different bulls and i started on g
I watched them ride while it was full then depart when it e
All my n#gg#s love to shoot we leave the boxing to fi
Since trouble love finding me i bought two locks with the g
Everyday these bodies be dropping this the sh#t that we see
In my city we pick up pistols before we get a degree
I wish i could call my dawg but i know he can’t get the phone
My baby momma said she hate me she feel that i did her wrong
My mom just told me get the f#ck out how you banking on a song
When i was broke i bagged a ounce and sold one daily on the dome
Deal with problems on my own can’t cry about it cause i’m grown
The cops ain’t show up for a hour was too late my n#gg# gone
Put my pain into my songs so all my verses hitting home
If they say we a opp the reaper write his name inside the stone
Tryna get rich for the team can’t be forever serving feins
We thirty deep inside the trap we militant like the marine
My dawg was dead right on the scene my n#gg#s abusing the lean
And i ain’t have no weight i grabbed a ounce flipped it made a bean
Never played inside no movie but i’m flipping the script
n#gg#s cool just being ballers but i’m chasing the chip
The real n#gg#s die young this off white blue for nip
This off brand extended clip keep on jamming the blick
On a daily we see sh#t that leave civilians traumatized
Bro deal with ptsd and he can’t sleep but he gone slide
I don’t mourn right i’m feeling all this pain but never cried
Sunday i seen bro by tuesday got the call that he had died
Broke my heart losing n#gg#s that was wit me from the start
sh#t get hard i ain’t never b#tch or fold i played my part
Sip wokhardt roll the gas and put my problems in the dark
My mom keep tearing up this sh#t really be tearing me apart
Dodging killings i cannot really explain the sh#t i’m feeling
Pray for millions know he bout to lose this case let’s talk appealing
Twenty-three and one he spent most of it staring at the ceiling
Got felonies can’t get a job so he won’t eat without drug dealing
This sh#t pain no new edition tell me can you stand the rain
I got the game ran wit it passed them n#gg#s in my lane
My stomach touching on my back ain’t have a dollar to my name
Glock 21 a double stack a knock a moose right out the frame
They ain’t hearing me allah the only one that’s putting fear in me
It’s clear to see these n#gg#s really not who they appear to be
Two double g’s can’t remember sh#t before i went to sleep
Bro got the p’s knew that sh#t wya dirty cause it was super cheap
Might play the block i ain’t got no work but ski gone off his stock
O just got out but he gotta go right back cause he done served a cop
This sh#t don’t stop keep moving around so they don’t keep the drop
Law blitz the block check for straps on tires flashlights on the lot
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Treceonueve – Hard
Recens – Let It Out
Rece Lyrics – Blitz