I was there and I aint never
Oh yeah
I was hurtin but I aint need you
Streets never, mhm
Streets dont love you, theyll turn they back on you
Streets dont love you, theyll turn they back on you
Theyll turn they back on you
Streets dont love you, they killed Quado
Streets dont love you, they killed Beasty
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Dont just let them see me on TV
Let my niggas up out that you know
You dont even know how I be thinkin that shit crazy
Let my broski know now, my bros, yeah
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Free V12, yo
I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo
Back when niggas was gettin they biggies and they Pells took
Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
They aint never want me now they askin to get they nails done
I know I smell like dope, they gassin me tellin me I smell good
Passin me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
Audacity to ask me bout the bitches that I still fuck
The audacity to ask me bout the bitches that I still fuck
Your ass is lookin fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
Im glad that I came up cause I aint know where I would end up
The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
And niggas act so tough
But I just swear they dont wanna start, though
Lemme tell you bout this young nigga from the Bronx though
Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart though
Robbin everybody like he dont believe in karma
Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
Told em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
He still sleepin at his crib like fuck it if they find him
Prices on his head cause he hit a opp up
Money on his head got him moving wiser
Hoodie on his head, it woulda been his poncho
Pulled up to the crib he living with his moms though
But they dont even care they like hit em all up
His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
Voices in his head saying kill them all but
Bullets hittin glass goin through the wall though
All he heard was screaming, he feel like his times up
He aint had no time to go reach for a glove
He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin at the door
And then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
He dropped down to his knees he aint hide to the law
Aint the type to cry but his mom he really loved
Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
He wishing it wont hurt but he cried because it does
Then, he put his own pump right to his heart
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