Damn, standing bring back a gang of memories, man Sitting on old block All the violence and you know, I lived through it Get this on, yeah nigga, you and them motherfuckers in player pieces my niggas, blow
Innocent bystanders, be laying up in the In the concrete jungle where real niggas, be packing Leaving your insides exposed to the walking by Here today and gone tomorrow, my nigga, we to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't a bitch I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging some G's for real I see niggas at the party, and I'm subject to kill
my head over the water, Uzi in the stash Niggas try to wet me up that's why I on they ass I had a homey named Money, now, R.I.P Niggas set him and him for some key's and G's
I don't know why the fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheming That's why you can never be to a broke man's dream Because see I'm it. I can't take it, I miss my peers Talk to my nigga, Makaveli, he dead for two years
Episodes of divine intervention, invade my Got me thinking, damn, I been dead, a couple times Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, when I'm Stash my Glock under my pillow, twenty by my feet
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing For my homies, and gone in the wind with the wind, gone with the wind Gone with the wind, with the wind
on my old block, reminiscing again Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, again All my homies, dead and gone the wind Gone with the
Sitting on my old block, again Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, reminiscing All my homies, dead and gone the wind Gone the wind
Too many niggas in my face and back stab I'm throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap Thugging and bitches, obsessed with this mob shit Niggas they moving and bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real shit, we the pain Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the Immortalized forever, my homies, up in the grave Thinking on, when I used to drank yac in my younger days
Bust the twelve gage shotty, too young to buy bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures Living on a razor, cars, money and bitches Niggas to kill us, coming in coupes and a milli's
We go to war till they feel us, bury ass on the realest Ohh, shove us in the path, so you for scrilla Niggas on the front line Spending most of they life, ducking the one time, no
In the world of sin, the gutter to the pen Got me swimming in the with a brim on my shark's fin Sitting on my old block, reminiscing For my homies, and gone in the wind with the wind
Sitting on my old block, again Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, again All my homies, dead and gone the wind Gone the wind
Sitting on my old block, again Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, again All my homies, dead and gone with the Gone the wind
I ain't no bitch but if you bone me, I'm double, trying to murder something Eyes red and pumping Serving niggas out the of the Caddy
Hitting corners, ain't no love for you, snitch ass niggas in Ducking suckers and shady bitches, to gaffle riches living fictitious, running game and selling fishes Paranoia of vans, watching me close
Nigga propped up with dreams, back in ninety four laid down my homie, I just had to get off Can't be acting like no nigga, because war is raw They say nice guys finish last and the good die
Too many niggas put to death by the hand of the gun on my old block, reminiscing again On my homies, dead and gone in the Gone with the wind, with the wind Gone with the wind, gone with the Gone with the
Sitting on my old block, again Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, reminiscing All my homies, and gone with the wind with the wind
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, reminiscing All my homies, dead and gone with the Gone with the
on my old block, reminiscing again Put the fire to the blunt, a sip of the Hen on my old block, reminiscing again All my homies, and gone with the wind Gone with the
Sitting on my old block, reminiscing Put the to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block, reminiscing All my homies, dead and gone the wind Gone with the wind, gone the wind Gone with the