He wanna be recognized by the OGs And spray paint in the alleyway while he weed Middle up like, "Fuck the judge and the police" Runnin' through the streets late nights, so we sleep He went to work, his Glocks, said, "Look out for the cops" All he ever knew was the streets, out on the block As he pours a liquor for his homies to pass He starts to wonder how it'll last He never to God 'cause he ain't get no answer All he feels God did was his grandma cancer Only faith he had left was his 9 Hustled on the corner, tag his name on the stop No mercy for his and ecstasy The only thing ever made his heart warm was the Hennessy He from the bottom until the last drop And he says, "Sorry mama, but I just can't stop, I stop," look
Yeah, he ran the streets in one time R.I.P. tat for his homie who died He done went to 16 by 17 One his 18th all he needed was one 9 20 in the clip, that's how you survive in the streets he was from Only way to stay alive just see 21 For his homies, he'd for 'em His homies, die for 'em Ain't scared of death 'cause he knows eventualy come and candles, filled a memorial on his street In memory of his boy that got last week He left behind two girls He had a family—they'd gather here every night in hopes God might speak The whole time he had—murder on his All he thought was payback and 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 to say if it's wrong or right And now behind bars with a case to fight in the end, nobody wins No what situation, it's never your job to take a life
I had to visit you your moms don't wanna see you this way I pray to God night to fight your demons away I just feel I'm losin' you, homie Can't you see what they doin'? They just usin' you, man, foolin' you, homie The don't love us, man, they never did Always so worried 'bout death that we can't live See, the streets got you brainwashed, they fuckin' ya head That's when he at me and said "I lost my only two 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 taught me no different, this is all I know Even though your was crazy and he wasn't always there Even though he made mistakes, homie, that motherfucker See, I say the same about mine, homie Really I give two fucks if he died, homie After the way that he beat my mother, he ain't love us That motherfucker's dead in my eyes, homie" I told him, "A man stands up on his own And need a fuckin' gang to have his back 'cause he's grown I know you think nobody cares, but man, that ain't Your mom's already lost two men, she can't you You think these cats 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 trigger when that bullet shot from gun Takin' the blame you don't wanna snitch, dog, is you dumb? Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster, not where you Dog, is you Takin' of your moms makes you gangster, not where you from" He said, "It's kill or be killed, that shit I got accessory to murder, dog, they planned shit How dare you come visit me and act you better Motherfucker, we from the same place, I can't that shit You always God, but do you really believe in Him? If we all sinners, man, what the fuck do we to Him? Either He don't or the Devil is beatin' Him When my was down, where was God when she needed Him? You can go your own way, but this the for me Don't call, visit, and don't write to me We all sin, you know better the next man You ain't God, you can't tell me what's or right for me Some people meant to win, I was meant to Some meant for Heaven, I was meant for Hell Some people to live and be free, but not me in this system since 7, I was meant for jail I nobody is perfect Tell my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to it I guess nobody is my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to reverse it..."