Ain't nothing in the world more expensive than free It takes a whole lifetime to pay the cost of a G My little homie done ten, but shit at least he alive And all the niggas he came up with either dead or retired And some inside, they still waiting parole I pray my niggas hold they head where its dark and cold You can't win em all, that's what the old folks say It's like trying to sweep leaves on a windy day Take a look in the mirror cause it's all bout you They say it's hard but its fair, man it's sad but it's true The first thing I learned was by adding and subtracting You movie star niggas need to shol’ quit acting Bumps in the road I just used them for lessons Getting a piece of mind, I considered them blessings Ain't had a real clear thought up in a long time It's a dark grind but a nigga still shine
I got a few homies gone and I miss my boys We had a lot of good summers and I miss them toys Is there heaven for a G, can a hustler make parole. This fo’ niggas in the streets steady loosing their soul (Repeat1x)
One mans lose is another mans gain That’s why you cant get trapped doing the same thing Stop buying rims and cars just to feel betta Cuz the jewelry like to sin us niggas to foreva Keep yo game tight like a bill cosby sweater Put yo bread up, try to save all yo cheddar U kno I miss my boys up in da summer time I think about you everyday nigga I aint lying. We used to run like them getaway cars Fast and hard tryna chase them broads Seem like that nigga reggie aint gone neva make parole And I aint seen my uncle since I was 12 yrs old Screw died, Pat murderd Hawk got killed Im the last one left original that’s real Takes more than a song thats how I feel So this is for my niggas that’s trapped behind da steelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
