Only thing that we know is crime

Only thing that we know is crime I just shot a guy Blood all over his spine Blud was sayin Dont kill me youre only seven And i said Fuck off U going to heaven If they dont got respect for me They will lose their family When mama is in home She is so alone Cryin about Is my son really gone Making my mama feel better I decided to write a letter All this money that im making Mama still in kitchen baking My ni***s ar all gone While im grinding Always strong While we are still prayin All this shit that im sayin These guys are always stayin These bluds with their life are playin They wanna fight me The wanna get me But im stayin here While they tryna catch me We got them stripes B****es acting nice We rolling the dice You go hide like mice. If u mess with TR.GREENS U WILL PAY THE PRICE 100 band in the safe 100 b*****s in my place From police running with pace From the opps cover my face These bludz smoking weeds Me my ni***s for the streets Me my opps never find peace This might be my crazy story Me my ni***s always glory Like a dead man Named Tory After that Didnt say no sorry These ni***s dead My opps lonely But none of these Do non for me…