I say we here today, and we gone time goes by so fast, i know, lord, I say we here today, and we gone my life damned near done passed, let me go, lord,
Shorty had a hunt of a grown man, with but fifteen, make the streets his way of life and serving dope fiends, Shorty touched G's in a week and got big headed, He to hit that highway so shorty was roll ready, Got plugged in with a Cuban, the size of pawn, He was copping near 60 bricks on every run, He was moving Texas to Charlotte, Greenville to Boston, bounced to Manhattan Philly, brought it back to Georgia
Now oh, shorty 17 been trappin for two years Stacked a a mil and got a girl and 2 kids He lay low but trappin turned into 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 my last run Shorty his connect, for two hundred bricks, Got to the Cuban and laid 'em down with 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 done got older, put down the weight don copped some houses and some land moving estate Got married living larry, everything is Left the hood good wont let the streetlife catch em Got and go to church, give it all to the lord role model to his kids and started playing his Till one day shorty got a call from his Bobo, Bobo was loco, loco He that slow dough,
He shorty he was comin through for a visit He didn't Bobo was bringing 80 bricks with him He got to the house, showed the shit, was sick because he loved the hustle more than his bitch.
Shorty hadn't touched no dope, in 5 year He said please forgive me lord i thats how it is Kept it on the low hid his motions from his Movin 300 ki's a day and five at night told Bobo "im rich" and im finna lay down Pumpin that new Don on his way to the house when he got to the all the lights was out When he turned em on the cuban had the gun in the spouse
The kids was already dead, all over the floor