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