Boy you forgot my style
Flowers, funeral service, a kid’s in the coffin
It sounds so familiar, don’t it happen so often?
The shoot-out sh#t happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldn’t help but think, “n#gg# better you than me”
Trey-eight ain’t got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
But it’s hard to miss when that thang got a beam on it
First shot pop off, e’rybody poppin
Shot the glass at the store front, we forgot God was watchin
Run run, hit the gate, D’s yellin “Drop it”
n#gg#z gettin jammed up; better that than a jammed-up
His momma said a few words to her, “He was innocent”
She might’ve heard he did some sh#t but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he’s mommy’s lil’ baby
But he was outside, talkin to n#gg#z crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came to get a close look at a n#gg# to check
That n#gg# dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon’ get out of jail
R.O.R., trust me n#gg# I know the law
Released on your Own Recognizance – that b#llsh#t I’m on it
That’s his first taste – I mean his first case
Got knocked with the strap – but not the one that clapped
This n#gg# here we still got that, yeah
The first law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that n#gg# in here cryin
Oh sh#t, in the store he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy #ss n#gg#z, full-breed vultures
Tryin to come up, still eatin around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Cap’n Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky Charms, stay armed, and n#gg#z won’t clap you then
We watch the side b#tch talk like she his main b#tch
His wifey just sat there, preachers wasn’t sayin sh#t
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type sh#t a n#gg# got to see to believe
These b#tches actin up in here, police they don’t f#ckin care
Homicide snoop around to them, we all with the sh#t
Cousin back from college sayin he gon’ get who did this sh#t
He a ball player n#gg#, n#gg# better play ball
You play with the wrong n#gg#z we gon’ get to lettin off
I done seen enough, feel like it’s time for me to split
Hit the parkin lot and chill where the weed is lit
Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
All the theatrics, you know, like that was my n#gg#
We all can’t win, some of us gotta lose
Envision a lil’ dog barkin at a pack of wolves
Cause that’s what happened; yeah yeah, that’s what happened
He just went on and on ’til n#gg#z started attackin
Actin like he was the only m#th*rf#ck*r packin
Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain
When I’m dead and I’m gone n#gg#z will remember the name
It’s 50… yeah, yeah
Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain
When I’m dead and I’m gone n#gg#z will remember the name
It’s 50… yeah, yeah, haha
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