Trophies (Hood Legends) [Outro]

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Diego Da God

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I can look up in the sky and tell my niggas proud of me
That mean the world to me
Still had my aspirations when they threw that doubt on me
Remember they was counting favors now they trying to count on me
On my shelf obituaries look like a trophy case
Look in that casket like this ain’t even my homie face
I spent some lonely days but I did shit the lonely way
Popped prescriptions for the pain cuz this the only way
I lost some real ass niggas to the holy gates
Just to shake your hand again man I can only wait
Since my niggas checked out on me ain’t been feeling great
Why you have to crash that car you was in that getaway
Shit just make me want to get away
Can’t even get the love I give away
Niggas leaching they just in the way
How I’m here and you ain’t here today
What goes around comes around they send them bullets they coming back look like a ricochet
In this shit ain’t have too many options
It’s either jail visits or the cemetery
RIP all of my niggas cuz I know they watching
In the hood them niggas legendary
We was shooting but no baskets we ain’t have sports
Our trophies was obituaries
Told my niggas we gone make it let me be the voice
Learned this street shit on my own ain’t need no dictionary
Finally caught the buzz them niggas said I couldn’t catch
Taxing niggas the amount they said I couldn’t tax
Had a check waiting at that show corona pushed it back
Now I’m doubling that shit
Nigga look at that
Broski told me once it’s up it ain’t no looking back
Twelve just pulled behind this bitch so ain’t no looking back
Use your mothafuckin head before we push it back
So many l’s feel like a blessing what I couldn’t catch
We lost Diddy we lost Chris J
Still f*ck that nigga cuz he killed Tae
Nigga I been through some hurt been through some real pain
Babies can’t even meet they fathers learn they real name
Thinking to myself like damn these streets changed
Thinking to myself like damn these streets strange
In this shit ain’t have too many options
It’s either jail visits or the cemetery
RIP all of my niggas cuz I know they watching
In the hood them niggas legendary
We was shooting but no baskets we ain’t have sports
Our trophies was obituaries
Told my niggas we gone make it let me be the voice
Learned this street shit on my own ain’t need no dictionary
In this shit ain’t have too many options
It’s either jail visits or the cemetery
RIP all of my niggas cuz I know they watching
In the hood them niggas legendary
We was shooting but no baskets we ain’t have sports
Our trophies was obituaries
Told my niggas we gone make it let me be the voice
Learned this street shit on my own ain’t need no dictionary

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