He wanna be recognized by the OGs And paint in the alleyway while he smokes weed Middle finger up like, "Fuck the 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 knew was the streets, always out on the block As he a little liquor for his homies to pass He to wonder how long it'll last He never pray to God 'cause he get no answer All he feels God did was give his cancer Only he had left was his Glock 9 Hustled on the corner, tag his name on the sign No for his enemies and ecstasy The thing that ever made his heart warm was the Hennessy He sipped from the bottom 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 homie who just He went to 16 funerals by 17 One his 18th all he needed was one 9 With 20 in the clip, how you survive in the streets he was from Only way to alive just tryna see 21 For his homies, he'd for 'em His homies, die for 'em Ain't scared of death 'cause he knows eventualy it'll Flowers and candles, filled a memorial on his In memory of his boy that got shot last He left behind two girls He had a family—they'd gather here every night in that God might speak The whole time he had—murder on his 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 a case to fight in the end, nobody wins No matter situation, it's never your job to take a life
I had to visit you 'cause 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 foolin' you, The streets don't love us, man, they did Always so worried 'bout death we can't ever live See, the streets got you brainwashed, they with 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 only I ever had They treated me a son, I ain't 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 pops was crazy and he wasn't always there Even though he mistakes, homie, that motherfucker cares See, I can't say the same mine, homie Really I could give two if he died, homie After the way that he beat my mother, he ain't 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 have his '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 would do the for you? Think they'd the blame for you? Think motherfuckers would put they family through pain for you? Where is your at when it's all said and done? You ain't pull a trigger when that bullet shot that gun Takin' the blame 'cause you wanna snitch, dog, is you dumb? Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster, not you from Dog, is you Takin' care of moms makes you gangster, not where you from" He said, "It's or be killed, understand that shit I got to murder, dog, they planned that shit How dare you come me and act like you better Motherfucker, we from the same place, I can't that shit You always preach God, but do you really believe in If we all sinners, man, what the do we mean to Him? He don't exist or the Devil is beatin' Him When my was down, where was God when she needed Him? You can go your own way, but the life for me call, don't visit, and don't write to me We all sin, you know better the next man You God, you can't tell me what's wrong or right for me Some people 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 in this system 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..."