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