Damn, look how niggas use me and * I can't say * either
They just do whatever they want with a nigga Ball me up, throw me in the corner
It's like I'm a bandana Damn, I'm a bandana
Like the American flag, I seen soldiers die over me
See mothers cry over me, wiping their eyes, holding me
See I was neutral till my designers put some colorful dye over me
Red or blue and change my design totally Cover me in paisley print
To give you fashion till gang members gave me power
Now I'm cut from a different fabric Depend on which pocket you stick the rag in
I'm usually peeking out the back of some Dickie Saggin'
Born in a factory, shipped to the swap meet Put up on the shelf along with others of different colors
I seen somebody's arm reach, picked the one that was the color purple like the movie
Guess he was repping Grape Street
Days went by, I'm just chilling in the store Till my future owner walked in the door
The Hattie War had old English letters across it that read Long Beach
I saw his Chuck Taylors walking across the floor He pointed at me, I was happy, I finally made it out
We jumped into his blue Challenger, music banging loud
We pulled up to his weed spot, cause he was slinging loud
Tucked me in his left back pocket, now I'm just hanging out
Yeah, everything was cool, till he did him some dirt
Tied me round his head, ancient mama style, while sipping some syrup
Ran up on his enemy and instantly went in his shirt
Changed his whole energy, I think this nigga's beserved
Did it in broad daylight, so all his opps could learn a lesson
Before he sent him to heaven
Start yelling,
a turfy repping
30 years a life killer, took it in 30 seconds Then he used me to wipe his fingerprints off the murder weapon
People filming the victim, they ain't conscious to his health
They unconscious, it's him, ain't even offered to do some help
We sped off in the car, my owner talking to his self
Said it's his enemy's fault, he brought the coffin to his self
Had to show him what was cracking, he went home, changed clothes
Showed up to his son's birthday party like nothing happened
Left me in the car, tied around his rear view mirror
The windshield clean, nothing could make my clear view clearer
I seen a truck
Pull up, thought it was family tryna fall through
Until they jumped out in bright colors, I think they die in mood
My relatives tied around they faces, these niggas pyro
They saw through the challenger's windows and knew I was all blue
One said, yeah that's his car, he gettin' knocked off
Kicked in the door to the party, start lettin' shots off
Leanin' against the living room wall, that's where they caught dog
Poor kid, 12th birthday, he seen his pops fall
His auntie rushed to his dad, said they shot my brother
Shot my brother, they got my brother
Oh God, please, not my brother
Somebody call an ambulance, please
Somebody go and call my mother
His gold watch covered in blood, it was time to kill
Them niggas did it, then them niggas peeled
That * was real
My owner always said that this bangin' would get him killed
The way they did the crip was so cold-blooded, I get the chills
At the funeral, his famine, his crew trippin'
Head stitched up in the casket, cause half of his roof missin'
His suit drippin', his homie just laid me across his chest
Cause even after death, this nigga ain't through crippin'
I'm startin' to gain clarity, just bury me with the nigga
Who carry me through the night, I don't wanna die
I don't want no more gangsters wearin' me
It ain't cool to die before your parents
And apparently the hood got mental problems
You all need some therapy, now here come Jeremy
That's my owner's son, the one that seen him blasted
Starin' in the casket, face plastic
He told his pops, go ahead, rest in peace, daddy
I'ma take care of mama, go ahead and sleep, daddy
You know I'ma be just like you
Then he picked me up, said now I'm bout this crip life too
He still got dough, can no longer make man, never get enough
You never change, he's my şöyle
Go build some fuckin' alb
Manon
Go get us some fuckin' alb