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Pictures On The Wall
GmoneyDt
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Yeah, bitch, free the real
Long live the folks (gang)
(Daygo got it right)
Yeah, aight
I was taught to keep it real, that real shit, it can't be bought
Told my brother that I love him, any day I could be gone
R.I.P my fallen soldiers who ain't get to see me ball
All I got is memories and pictures on the wall
Niggas speakin' on the homie but them niggas never knew him
They talkin' 'bout some robberies but they don't never do 'em
I love crackin' safe, if I see it, I abuse it
This bag, I'm gettin' to it, money mitch was my influence
Probably look I'm okay, but I'm really goin' through it
Nobody I could vent to so I put it in my music
Real niggas have it worse because they hate the way we movin'
What I do, you can't do it, that fake shit, I can't do it
All black with my shiesty, It's time to get revenge
I'm finna go and sin, repent, then go sin again
I was told you gotta lose everything for the win
Bitch, I been lost it all, when the fuck I'm finna win?
I was taught to keep it real, that real shit, it can't be bought
Told my brother that I love him, any day I could be gone
R.I.P my fallen soldiers who ain't get to see me ball
All I got is memories and pictures on the wall
I was taught to keep it real, that real shit, it can't be bought
Told my brother that I love him, any day I could be gone
R.I.P my fallen soldiers who ain't get to see me ball
All I got is memories and pictures on the wall
I was only fifteen when I was locked up in the cell
But I had to thug it out 'cause I couldn't get no bail
Free my niggas out that jam, swear to God I can't tell
Free the ones that's doin' life, I'm just prayin' every day
Product of the trenches but I'm tryna make a way
Gettin' dry up in the field, but I'm still makin' plates
Told my niggas don't they worry
Grab a plate, it's time to eat
I could never change my ways, I'm a product of the East
My niggas come to play, better tighten up your cleats
In the field it get tricky
I can't leave without my heat, huh
I can't leave without my heat
In the field it get tricky
I can't leave without my heat
I was taught to keep it real, that real shit, it can't be bought
Told my brother that I love him, any day I could be gone
R.I.P my fallen soldiers who ain't get to see me ball
All I got is memories and pictures on the wall
I was taught to keep it real, that real shit, it can't be bought
Told my brother that I love him, any day I could be gone
R.I.P my fallen soldiers who ain't get to see me ball
All I got is memories and pictures on the wall
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