My Young Nigga

Huh I dedicate this to my Young nigga At 13 he was drillin with the older niggas age seven he was put up in the foster system ~Neva had a chance mama High strung off the liquor -Use to get teased for being in the system Drop outta school and started bangin with the drug dealers Yea I say a prayer for my Young nigga Only 13 already in and out of youth detention —burning up the block shorty on a mission -Got the old heads shook to the point they snitching —Puffin on a L while plotting on a victim —Homies told him slow it down but he didn't listen —Neva catch him lackin always kept the chrone ~Catch him on the block making deals through a trap phone I pray for better days for the young brother Dics caught him slipping serving blow to an undercover Going thru hell they put my homie in audy home Carrying shankings in case somebody wanna get it on Making a name –C.O 's labeled him a Lil terror -So they threw Him under like a nigga with an umbrella Damn —enough time just to sit and plot Stuck in the hole but he ain't breaking like a pad lock Nigga wolfing buddy should of kept his mouth closed Homie blacked out and put his ass in choke hold —A year later back up on the block —Shorty still on bullshit like a dirty cop ~Lost in mind all he know is drill and popping pills Loading the steel and making profits off of drug deals tried to explain ain't no love in this dirty game Niggas will put one in ur brain just to make a name -My lil homie didn't get the picture Clutching on his pistol lord watch out for my Young nigga Lil homie paranoid the whole block in war 45 in his sleeve ready to shoot up some more Drug sales are declining cause niggas shooting for score Old head sent him off so drug profits can soar Kill the head of the competition and that block is yours We'll give u rank and a title and stacks to weather the storm Shorty looking to profit he followed dude to his door Shot him twice in the head his son cried at the door Shorty back on the block Celebrating some more They gave him liquor and weed with a place to lay low Police all on the scene the block is hot as a s'more 5 o'clock in the morning police is kicking down doors Damn —opps lerking to retaliate Shorty shook but still trying to keep a poker face ~Lighting a L homie stressing in the worst way Off in the cut with the 30 in the gangway ~The last time I seen him wish I said more Opps caught him slippin shot him dead at the corner store Had to read all about to in the newspaper Seventeen year old shot dead it's was gang related ~You can think this shit a game but this is real life ~Seen too many pawns getting killed trying to gain stripes ~Another picture on a shirt While pouring out this liquor ~Wish he would've listen Rest in Peace to my young nigga