I got enough tears to fill the ocean
For all these losses took in this shit
Got a cousin I ain′t seen in years
When we came up, sleepin' on the same bed
And my main dog maxed in the fed, kept my lil′ one names off warfare
Junior Boss went out, his gun blowin'
Aways said he'd take a nigga with him
Rider squad go on a rampage, 700 Block kill niggas, madman
(Murk)
We gotta fill up this paint
Ain′t no comparing what made niggas feel
(700)
Lil′ homie just threw back three pills
He starvin' for bodies, he ready to go kill
(Get)
Hide the Draco, the TEC match the [?][0:47]
(Woo)
Made tomato, tonight, it′s [?]
(Grr)
Had the powder goin' crazy in the kettle
Had the stylist coppin′ me, you able
Man, this loyalty rap shit is real
You hold on a nigga, you [?] like [?]
Took an Indian ho all my pesos
Had to pop me a bean, pour some Tris
Took some niggas off that I forget
Hope the carbine don't catch up and get it
To the DA, he done brought up a test
Everything tens, the four is the check
My dog, he was slidin′, now we're still on a jet
Thought of my granny, my tears on my chest
Been with them killers since I was a jit
Raised in Lil Mexico, niggas in trenches
Barely from twelve, addicted to steppin'
I know that gun is too rented to be flexed
Don′t speak on my fam ′cause it'll get tense
Ho leakin′ my name, I might get her spent
I'm runnin′ my hood from a whole
'Nother state nowSkyami the playground
I done ran up a checkI done bought me a cake now
I can go buy a case now
All the shit I done did to come up out of state now
Plus a nigga get laid down
Soon as Josh got out, gave him bag of that blue shit
Couple Cubans, some rocks, and some new shit
Plenty hundreds, don′t know what to do with 'em
I was happy my bitch got a new nigga
I'm a street nigga, I′ll never be cool with ′em
Ho get out of pocket, nothin' to do with her
Plug you like a socket
Kept it true with you
(Freeband, Freeband Gang)
So many tears, I could fill up an ocean
′Fore the fame came, I was already in motion
And some my young niggas play, best believe niggas soakin', yeah
Out of state, up a stash, two hundred, I′m coastin', yeah
Can′t forget about Man, he was there before all this, yeah
Uncle Snoopy got killed, he the reason I'm an artist, yeah
I was posted on the corner, I was goin' my hardest, yeah
Walk you down in broad day, niggas know where my heart at, yeah
On the avenue, yellin′ out, "354 shit," nigga, kick in your door shit
I was servin′ my auntie when she was a dope
Head just to go and cop Dolce
And my shirt button open, I do this
I'm focused, you can feel my emotions
Get to trippin′ on niggas
I know I'm the chosen ′cause when I was the brokest
I'll go solo on a mission, a nigga gettin′ active
Nigga ain't never gon' bap ′bout it
Cooked a four-way right up at the crack house
Any problems with niggas, gon′ crash out
Cooked that nigga, we gave him a smackdown
When I send 'em, I know they gon′ tell shit
Out the kennel, my dog like a hell-pit
Left me dead, I survived, but you left me
Every day, I preach self-destruction
Don't come lookin′ for me at the wrong time
Got a thirty like Curry right past nine
Fuck with G, niggas know I'm gon′ frontline
Sit on niggas 'fore we get 'em hunted down
Realest shit ever said, ain′t no punchline
So many tears, I could fill up an ocean
′Fore the fame came out, was already in motion
And some my young niggas ready to leave niggas soakin', yeah
Yeah, out of state, up a stash, two hundred, I′m coastin', yeah
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Carlton Mays, Ennio Morricone, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Taylor Clearly-kell, Ciaran Mullan, Abraham Herrera
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