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

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

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

it started with the rims on the whip
I lost a Hummer pushed the Benz the strip
I'll swim with the fish before I lend shit
personally they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit

That's why sometimes I the end's comin' quick
My old ass father twins out his dick
So if they so to come up without an older brother
Won't be alone 'cause comin' up at least have each other

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

Buffer, I shoulda been for BJ
But he never listened to we say
It was past twelve midnight 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, pick the phone up
So he come find his son in his own blood

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

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

Only he can judge me careless they think about me
'Cause honestly I'd be if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear Joe in 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 up, days are scarred
Still I to see a motherfucker hate from far
More they talk me the more I pray for y'all
I mean I don't get how prodigy acknowledge me

When the 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 'fore you me
With everythin' ass sodomy, it's gotta be drugs

Four fifths and what's that about
Nigga, you cant lift the guns you rappin' 'bout
Real talk I can't front on your old
Now you just old as shit, now old and

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

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

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

I would have hunt you like a hounds nose
Problem is you pussy the whole knows
So why let the body count
For some fiend out nigga now in the clown show

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