Trigga (Tribute to Cordell Davis) Back in 3rd grade in ATL I was cooling on 169 Grover street some ppl aint want me to eat on the 29 of April I almost lost my life I was playing football wit my friends when a black van pulled up wit some niggas wearing blood colors it was a hit on my brother but I was hit twice my boy Cordell found out track some down and pulled the trigga he got hit wit 15-20 when he get out imma be the first to greet him He pulled the trigga he killed some niggas I aint forget I still got the scars we he get out we gone drive some foreign cars we still wit the crips throwing up the C's push button ion need no keys some niggas from my past still trying get even they tryna make sure I stop eating Cordell always gonna have a home wit me why cuz he pulled the trigga for me and I would do the same for him he still got 11 years then some probation by then imma have been known by the whole nation say the word and I'll pull the trigga I'm still the same nigga jus a bit bigga as a youngin on Grover street almost lost my life that put me into some strife now I keep the tools under my bed I aint kno handy man but yo girl tryna gimme a handy man