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Southside shit
(Stop it Tilla)
I know my n*ggas would be with me if I ain't had none'
All them nights on front page, shooting dice we tryna kill some'
I was riding bikes for you, how you still here?
You was my brother, real one
Thinking like do our memories mean something?
I liked it better when I was the mean one
Broken smiles, would they still love me if I ain't give none'
Glock been on my hip, I can't love another bitch
The streets, it ran off with my heart, you tryna run too
He tried to run off with a stick, where you going bro?
Hе said he gon' make it out the hood, I said "I'm goin' too"
Hе said he tryna drill for bro, I said "I'm goin' too"
Fear nobody, pull up in big body
Go speak about it but ain't hit nobody
Fuck what they steal, I still a burn a car
I ain't do it for no hype, I still a knock em off
Gangsta all my life, I'm still that youngin' from that back road
Ride or die, you was my diva bitch, I ain't even wanna go home
Heart cold, fell in live with new chrome
Now it's chrome heart hoodie, bust down in two tone
They say they love me but who I got to trust?
I'm on my piece, that's the block in us
And I had more than a P, that's the block in us
We ain't even need a beam but we still a dot 'em up
They say they gang but never comin' 'round, they really not us
They say "How you make it from the struggle?"
I tell 'em "I'm thankful for the struggle"
You ain't out there digging, ay bro you done brought that shovel
I hate when I get that feelin', two sticks, choppa in the duffle
They always postin' Glocks but they never bussin'
They always sit on dreams, why they never run with it?
It's a murder, kill, and my bloodas ride wit em
Stripper bitch, fat ass, she know I ain't trustin' shit
The streets, it ran off with my heart, you tryna run too
He tried to run off with a stick, where you going bro?
He said he gon' make it out the hood, I said "I'm goin' too"
He said he tryna drill for bro, I said "I'm goin' too"
Fear nobody, pull up in big body
Go speak about it but ain't hit nobody
Fuck what they steal, I still a burn a car
I ain't do it for no hype, I still a knock em off
Fuck my life (fuck it), I lost too many dawgs
My dwelling place was the block, I ain't had much
I was holding grudges with my dawg and we ain't had much
When we had nothing else to do we ran to you
Step on n*ggas, that boy gon' get the shoe
Heard he got cash in couch, yeah bro go get the loot
I'm movin' calm with Glock, that's a thug move
We still retarded, I ain't got nothin' to prove
Walk with me, run with me
Whatever we doin', I'ma kill for you, drill for me
My way of life that shit a mystery
You know when we be together, that shit history
I know my n*ggas would be with me if I ain't had none'
All them nights on front page, shooting dice we tryna kill some'
I was riding bikes for you, how you still here?
You was my brother, real one
Thinking like do our memories mean something?
I liked it better when I was the mean one
Broken smiles, would they still love me if I ain't give none'
Glock been on my hip, I can't love another bitch
Free all my n*ggas, RIP all my n*ggas