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How many fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace nigga, this is heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I you I that never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones

How nigga's fell victim to the streets?
Rest in y'all nigga, this is heaven for a
I'd be a liar if I told you I never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones left but life on

And I ain't stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall

Maybe it with the rims on the whip
I lost a Hummer pushed the Benz through the
I'll swim with the before I lend nigga's shit
'Cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm I spit

That's why sometimes I think the end's comin'
My old ass father twins out his dick
So if they so happen to come up without an brother
be alone 'cause comin' up at least they'll have each other

At least have one another 'cause life's a motherfucker
But while I'm here, my only job is not to see 'em
Through dope boys shootouts, stickups and covers
The world is full of suckers but don't worry I'm buffer

Buffer, I shoulda been for BJ
But he never listened to we say
It was half past twelve on a weekday
Not even hours past his release date

This nigga hit him up four
One hit the heart and that hit my
Called his pops, nigga's the phone up
So he find his son lyin' in his own blood

On that block we ran through
House we grew up in we would post on
Shot dead in front of we would be with
So how the fuck nobody see

And so I'm to be a brother to his brother lucky
'Cause in the belly of the I know this shit get ugly
Get on my and have a convo with the Lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear it wrong and think he's sayin' me

Only he can judge me careless what they think me
'Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one loved me
I write I only fear Joe in blood slow on my brain
By my

And I gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall

All I tried do is the bar
See my weeks is scabbed up, are scarred
I love to see a motherfucker hate from far
More they talk me the more I pray for y'all
I mean I don't get how gon' acknowledge me

When the bout as big as an apostrophe
For him to possibly think he as hot as me
It's far a prophecy, it's more like a mockery
Used to be hip hop to me 'fore you me
With ass like sodomy, it's gotta be drugs

Four fifths and snubs what's that
Nigga, you cant lift the guns that you 'bout
Real talk I can't on your old shit
Now you just old as shit, now old and

Instead of holdin' my dick, here's a way
Never me, worry 'bout your medicate
Shits so unfair, beefs carried your ass your whole career
Wanna blog? Here's a reason how the murda music
Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still

Jay Z, Saigon, Nas peeled him
Tupac, he ain't alive but you ain't him
Fifty signs the bum 'cause where he was from
Put his on a nigga and still nobody feels him

Not a or gangsta robber
up nineties nigga now a gangsta blogger
Me that underground flow like the pound blow
sounds old, not even worth a download

I would have nigga's hunt you a hounds nose
Problem is you pussy the whole knows
So why let the body count
For some fiend out nigga now starrin' in the show

And I ain't gonna 'til a nigga see blood on the wall