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