He just wanna be by the OGs And paint in the alleyway while he smokes weed Middle finger up like, "Fuck the and the police" through the streets late nights, so we don't sleep He to work, stashed his Glocks, said, "Look out for the cops" All he knew was the streets, always out on the block As he a little liquor for his homies to pass He starts to wonder how long it'll He never to God 'cause he ain't get no answer All he God did was give his grandma cancer faith he had left was his Glock 9 Hustled on the corner, tag his name on the stop No for his enemies and ecstasy The only thing that ever made his heart warm was the He sipped the bottom until the last drop And he says, "Sorry mama, but I just can't stop, I stop," look
Yeah, he ran the stuck in one time R.I.P. tat for his who just died He done to 16 funerals by 17 One his 18th birthday all he was one 9 With 20 in the clip, how you survive in the streets he was from Only way to stay alive tryna see 21 For his homies, ride for 'em His homies, die for 'em Ain't scared of death 'cause he knows it'll come Flowers and candles, filled a on his street In memory of his boy that got shot last He left behind two little He had a family—they'd gather here every night in that God might speak The time he had—murder on his mind All he thought was and loaded up his 9 and Got with his boys, and he inside the whip to an enemy spot and started shootin' out the ride and It's hard to say if it's or right And now he's behind bars with a to fight 'Cause in the end, nobody No matter what situation, it's your job to take a life
I had to visit you 'cause your don't wanna see you this way I pray to God every night to fight your away I just feel like I'm you, homie Can't you see what doin'? They just usin' you, man, they foolin' you, homie The streets don't us, man, they never did Always so worried 'bout death that we ever live See, the streets got you brainwashed, they fuckin' ya head That's he looked at me and said "I my only two brothers to the streets that I rep Besides, my mom is the fam I really got left The family I ever had They me like a son, I ain't have a dad See, the streets me loyalty, respect, and how to live by a code They never me no different, this is all that I know Even though your pops was and he wasn't always there Even though he mistakes, homie, that motherfucker cares See, I can't say the about mine, homie Really I give two fucks if he died, homie After the way that he beat my mother, he never love us motherfucker's already dead in my eyes, homie" I him, "A real man stands up on his own And doesn't need a fuckin' gang to his back 'cause he's grown I know you nobody cares, but man, that ain't true Your mom's lost two men, she can't lose you You think these would do the same for you? Think they'd take the for you? Think these motherfuckers would put they through pain for you? Where is your hood at when it's all said and You ain't pull a when that bullet shot from that gun Takin' the blame 'cause you wanna snitch, dog, is you dumb? Takin' care of your makes you gangster, not where you from Dog, is you care of your moms makes you gangster, not where you from" He said, "It's kill or be killed, understand shit I got accessory to murder, dog, they planned shit How dare you come visit me and act like you Motherfucker, we the same place, I can't stand that shit You always preach God, but do you really in Him? If we all sinners, man, what the do we mean to Him? Either He don't or the Devil is beatin' Him When my grandma was down, was God when she needed Him? You can go your own way, but the life for me Don't call, visit, and don't write to me We all sin, you better than the next man You God, you can't tell me what's wrong or right for me Some meant to win, I was meant to fail Some people meant for Heaven, I was meant for Some meant to live and be free, but not me Been in this system since 7, I was meant for I guess nobody is Tell my mama, I'm sorry, but no way to reverse it I guess nobody is Tell my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to it..."