He wanna be recognized by the OGs And spray paint in the while he smokes weed Middle up like, "Fuck the judge and the police" Runnin' through the streets late nights, so we don't He went to work, his Glocks, said, "Look out for the cops" All he knew was the streets, always 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 give his grandma Only he had left was his Glock 9 Hustled on the corner, tag his on the stop sign No for his enemies and ecstasy The only thing that made his heart warm was the Hennessy He from the bottom until the last drop And he says, "Sorry mama, but I just stop, I can't stop," look
Yeah, he ran the streets stuck in one R.I.P. tat for his who just died He done went to 16 by 17 One his birthday 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 just tryna see 21 For his homies, ride for 'em His homies, die for 'em Ain't scared of death 'cause he eventualy it'll come Flowers and candles, a memorial on his street In memory of his boy that got shot last He left behind two girls He had a family—they'd gather here every 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 hopped inside the Went to an enemy spot and shootin' out the ride and It's to say if it's wrong or right And now he's behind bars with a to fight in the end, nobody wins No matter situation, it's never your job to take a life
I had to you 'cause your moms don't wanna see you this way I pray to God night to fight your demons away I just like I'm losin' you, homie Can't you see what they doin'? They just usin' you, man, they you, homie The streets don't us, man, they never did Always so worried 'bout death that we can't ever See, the streets got you brainwashed, they fuckin' with ya That's when he looked at me and "I my only two brothers to the streets that I rep Besides, my mom is the only fam I really got The only I ever had They treated me like a son, I have a dad See, the streets taught me loyalty, respect, and how to by a code They never me no different, this is all that I know Even though your pops was crazy and he wasn't there Even though he made mistakes, homie, that motherfucker See, I say the same about mine, homie Really I could give two fucks if he died, the way that he beat my mother, he ain't never love us That motherfucker's 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 think nobody cares, but man, ain't true Your mom's already lost two men, she lose you You think these cats do the same for you? they'd take the blame for you? Think these motherfuckers would put they family through pain for Where is your at when it's all said and done? You ain't pull a trigger when that shot from that 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' care of your moms makes you gangster, not you from" He said, "It's kill or be killed, understand shit I got accessory to murder, dog, they that shit How dare you come visit me and act like you Motherfucker, we from the same place, I can't stand shit You always God, but do you really believe in Him? If we all sinners, man, the fuck do we mean 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 own way, but this the life for me call, don't 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 meant to win, I was meant to fail people meant for Heaven, I was meant for Hell Some meant to live and be free, but not me Been in this since 7, I was meant for jail I guess nobody is my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to reverse it I nobody is perfect my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to reverse it..."