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How many fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace nigga, this is heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of
My nigga, we the last left

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

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

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

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

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

Buffer, like I shoulda for BJ
But he never listened to we say
It was half past twelve on a weekday
Not even hours past his release date

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

On that block that we ran
House we grew up in we would post 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 have a convo the Lord above me
sometimes I hear it wrong and think he's sayin' fuck me

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

And I gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall

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

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

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

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

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

Not a murderer or robber
Washed up nineties nigga now a blogger
Me that underground strike like the pound blow
Your sounds old, not worth a download

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

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