He played the middle should’ve picked a side lil Bro caught em lacking that nigga died where he stood at I got like 50 in dis forty five I told my shorty drive she ain’t ask why she understood that Nd Shit get real wicket Told lil bro to stall em out but he still did My hood don’t want me on no drills cuz the meal ticket Nd Nigga I can never chill cuz I’m still in it Somehow I’m still in it I lost my mom it broke my heart into pieces All dese drugs to ease the pain off wocky I be leaning Buss a nigga brains bro tryna do the same that’s how we grieving Bro tryna wipe a nigga nose that nigga slimy for no reason Switches on them G I just tap it get to squeezing I ain’t cappin don’t believe it He believe it when he see it Once it’s up we don’t never call it off or call it even Nd The beef ain’t never over until all them niggas bleeding Get em gone put em in a song Then put em wood It’s in the air don’t want smoke wit us We bend through niggas hoods That nigga told that’s how his ass came home Moved to another hood He got exposed keep saying he gone slide we wish that nigga would So many niggas gone really died behind this street shit We scored fasure but we still get back Nd we playin defense She a whore fasure fucked her gave drop From all the truma I got ptsd Young shiner like I’m EST Gee I l Understood that