* a pistol, coppin' missiles
Ain't got time, got clockin' issues
Need this fake up, get your issue
Had this pain since I was little
I'ma make your mama miss you
Suits and grapes and lots of tissue
* it, take your partners with you
Know it sting when bullets hit you
Pull a trigger, kill a nigga
Man,
it's all the same thing Why you kill your own kind?
He shouldn't have never gang-bang Fuckin' bitches,
flockin' houses
Tryna let my chain hang Two-twelves is beatin' up your block
Now I got my hood fame You know that feeling when that 40 let off?
Now you got somethin' for these niggas that be thinkin' you soft?
Remember how they hit your block and let that hammer get off?
Now you gon' go and hit they block and make sure niggas fall off
And that's real
Blood,
smoke,
blood,
rose,
cups,
pool,
wood,
hoes,
boat,
boat,
gates,
closed,
no joke
But it's alright,
but it's alright Mama, we gon' make it someday
I said, Mama, we gon' make it someday Mama,
we gon' make it
Mama, we gon' make it someday