When l was little kid my uncle put in the game Learn how to use tool to put nigga into flame Got my younger brother in the game My mother blame me Me and bro rose hell to street While running with elite generals of the street Wear ski mask holding Glock 17 After the job celebrate like kings While trying to build a castle Tired of being the muscle All ways down of the hustle My brother start being reckless Homies were aware and put me up to speed Ask the young boy to stop what he was doing Got to scuffle trying reason with him Remembering him of bigger plan Trying to be turn our fronts to legit businesses Since the popo's got into business The homie was inspired by music Than l put in him in the Booth to bring carnage in the Streets With the bar's that hold weight in the songs that uploaded 2021 came with all promises Thinking we were done 2022 June 17th got a call in the morning from my mother crying telling me that my brother just left us