Lyrics:
If it ain't 'bout the squad
Don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro
the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya, and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo, that's her
Your sisters they sit by the window
You know your mama doesn't sit and cry and your daddy
Well you know what your daddy said
Patty, you know what your
to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and
Ask her for some feedback like "Shorty
Do you love this dick? You
Know who you fucking with?"
Grab her by her weave,
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
what I'm gonna do
Like gravity
Imma finna hold you down
I met your little sisters
I love em now
And if a nigga disrespects you
I'll hunt em down
Needed
I didn't think I'd have to write this yet
But have you seen the morning news
I’m the happiest man in my hometown
Ruled by racist country
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
tell me none (Fuck 12)
Pops got incarcerated when I was very young (Like 12)
That should've told me some (Damn)
But now I'm 21 still living by the gun
belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped
the kid pulled out a gun
He said, "Why'd you hit me?"
the barrel headed
belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped
the kid pulled out a gun
He said, "Why'd you hit me?"
the barrel headed
enough of raising my Sisters kids I don wana name all The bad shit that I did... But at 21 I had my son an thats
When The real roller coster begun
I have
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
Gangsta gangsta little BG be believing everything he see on his TV
He be believing everything he hear on his CD
He said fuck school but even though
shot from a gun;
My bank accounts, are loading up on automated funds;
Those are treasures from the three in one;
Bring it back a thousand times like
We've been waiting all year
Now June 21st is finally here
The skies are all clear
And we can put our Winter into the rear
But before we can dive into
dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing
Probably cause I never could, said if I had it, never would
Then I got my first little taste
And watch her go breathlessly by
The father stands with his son
The sister and brother are there
They lift up their heads everyone
The sound of their voice
on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
grown ass niggas back when we was in high school
Rollie on her arm and she had her own salon by the age of 21
Raised a little girl on her own even though
I've bottled all my pain
Now I wear it like a smile
Trying to remember
What it's like to be a child
I miss my innocence
When I was daddy's little
made my stomach turn
But by the 3rd time
I was cool and calm eating gummy worms
I wanna get a little deeper
But da nigga got people and they might send
a little noise then they gone
Thats why I tell my sister I love her
Plus my mom and my brother
Live for today I know im not promised another (another)
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