Died from senseless violence
My n***as wreckless, wildin’
Ain’t give a f#ck about nobody, we was selfish, childish
We played with Charlie up on Rich and now we left without him
And Leah died and I can’t lie, I’ve been a mess without her
And some my n***as picked up bodies, we was never hiding
Was totin’ Glocks to save our life, no they was never stylish
I put up in that studio and left without it
They hit Lil Terry with that rico, and keep it smilin’
Tell you ’bout what happened up on Coolidge made me a savage
How I went from out here hooping and shooting and started trappin’
We put loot in all my hoodies, and shooting out of my
For them n***as that don’t like me, I’m still looking for you faggots
I was posted on that strip with that butter stuffed in my jacket
They compared me to these n***as that never stepping in my bracket
I had prayed that I would make it while standing over that casket
Put my all into this music and now it turned to a passion
I was foolish poppin’ out up in them slums with my assassins
My attendance up on Coolidge was better than all my classes
We was young n***as looking up to drug dealers
Came up from the mud and when we make it you can’t come with us
Hopped up off that porch expecting everything that come with it
Why I copped that Glock and stuff that motherf#cking drum in it
Wait this pump kicking, no, but you’d think that I was Messi
You was scared to come where I was at you know it get deadly
Before my music started droppin’, I was posted with Remmie
That’s why I put him in my songs cause he was ‘pose to be with me
And burner told me f#ck these n***as, you ain’t ‘pose to be friendly
And at the they gon’ snake you the closer you let it
Charlie died and by the time, my boy was ‘pose to be 20
And if you disrespect his name, I turn your soul to confetti
But i had jumped into these streets before I knew I was ready
So I keep Tommy by my heart cause he ain’t ‘pose to be buried
He died from senseless violence
My n***as wreckless, wildin’
Ain’t give a f#ck about nobody, we was selfish, childish
We played with Charlie up on Rich and now we left without him
And Leah died and I can’t lie, I’ve been a mess without her
And some my n***as picked up bodies, we was never hiding
Was totin’ Glocks to save our life, no they was never stylish
I put up in that studio and left without it
They hit Lil Terry with that rico, and Lil keep it smilin’
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