I say we here today, and we gone goes by so fast, i don't know, lord, I say we here today, and we tomorrow my life damned near done passed, let me go, lord,
had a hunt of a grown man, with nothing but fifteen, make the his way of life and serving them dope fiends, Shorty five G's in a week and got big headed, He wanted to hit that so shorty was roll ready, Got plugged in a Cuban, 'bout the size of pawn, He was copping damn 60 bricks on every run, He was moving from Texas to Charlotte, Greenville to Boston, bounced to Manhattan Philly, brought it to Georgia
Now oh, gets 17 been trappin for two years Stacked a a mil and got a girl and 2 kids He wanna lay low but trappin turned a habit By any necessary shorty had to have it His wanted him to quit she said "you got 2 sons" He said i love you and i promise this my run Shorty his connect, for two hundred bricks, Got to the Cuban house and laid 'em down the tech
Shorty wasn't playing the Cuban in the chest for a mil, 200 bricks, and a new lex Shorty got happy, he knew it was on On the highway sayin "Fuck the Cuban" He and gone.
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Now shorty done got older, put down the don some houses and some land moving real estate Got living larry, everything is established Left the hood itsall good let the streetlife catch em Got saved and go to church, give it all to the role model to his kids and started his part Till one day shorty got a call from his Bobo, Bobo was loco, He liked that slow dough,
He told shorty he was through for a visit He didn't know Bobo was bringing 80 bricks him He got to the house, showed the shit, Shorty was sick he loved the hustle more than his bitch.
Shorty hadn't no dope, in 'bout 5 year He said forgive me lord i guess thats how it is Kept it on the low hid his motions his wife Movin 300 ki's a day and bout five at Shorty told Bobo "im rich" and im lay down that new Don Dada on his way to the house when he got to the house all the was out When he turned em on the had the gun in the spouse mouth
The was already dead, blood all over the floor