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How many nigga's fell victim to the
in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you I never thought of death
My nigga, we the last left

How many fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace y'all nigga, is heaven for a
I'd be a if I told you I that never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones left but goes on

And I ain't stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall

Maybe it started with the rims on the
I lost a Hummer the Benz through the strip
I'll swim with the fish I lend nigga's shit
'Cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm I spit

why sometimes I think the end's comin' quick
My old ass father shot out his dick
So if they so happen to come up an older brother
Won't be alone 'cause comin' up at least they'll each other

At least they'll have one another 'cause a motherfucker
But while I'm here, my job is not to see 'em suffer
Through dope shootouts, stickups and under covers
The world is of suckers but don't worry I'm your buffer

Buffer, I shoulda been for BJ
But he never to nothin' we say
It was half past twelve on a weekday
Not twenty hours past his release date

This nigga hit him up four
One hit the and that hit my heart
Called his pops, pick the phone up
So he come find his son lyin' in his own

On that block we ran through
House we grew up in corner we would on
Shot dead in of nigga's we would be with
So how the fuck nobody see

And so I'm to be a brother to his brother lucky
'Cause in the belly of the I know this shit get ugly
Get on my knees and a convo with the Lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear it wrong and think sayin' fuck me

Only he can judge me careless they think about me
'Cause I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I I only fear Joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a see blood on the wall

All I do is raised the bar
See my is scabbed up, days are scarred
Still I to see a motherfucker hate from far
they talk bout me the more I pray for y'all
I I don't get how prodigy gon' acknowledge me

When the nigga bout as big as an
For him to think that he as hot as me
It's far a prophecy, it's more like a mockery
Used to be hip hop to me 'fore you me
everythin' ass like sodomy, it's gotta be drugs

Four fifths and snubs that about
Nigga, you cant lift the guns that you 'bout
Real talk I can't on your old shit
Now you old as shit, now old and sick

of holdin' my dick, here's a better way
Never mind me, 'bout your medicate
Shits so unfair, beefs carried your ass your whole career
Wanna blog? a reason how the fucks murda music
Anybody ever this nigga is still breathin'

Jay Z, Saigon, Nas peeled him
Tupac, he ain't alive but you ain't him
signs the bum only 'cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a and still nobody feels him

Not a murderer or robber
Washed up nineties now a gangsta blogger
Me that underground flow strike like the blow
Your sounds old, not even worth a

I would have nigga's hunt you like a nose
Problem is you pussy the town knows
So why let the body count
For some fiend out nigga now starrin' in the show

And I ain't gonna stop a nigga see blood on the wall