[Verse 1] Eleven years old, I was stealing clothes Momma selling weed, uncle selling coke 275, thats grandma's house I done fucked so many bitches right on grandma's couch I remember bumpin' dollars from my OG's Now my OG's looking up to me, Oh I used to hit the dipper One day I started tripping I lied to my mother Boy I'm glad she ain't listen She put me in the shower Ran it up for an hour Gave me some milk, thank god it wasn't sour She said you gonna be just like your father A motherfucking dog and a robber Well I got his face and I got his ways No memories but his picture and his AK 37 made me who I am today You niggas wanna be street, this shit sad to say
[Hook] Sad to say, sad to say This shit so sad to say Sad to say, sad to say This shit so sad to say x2
[Verse 2] I shot myself rapping in the studio I got stabbed up at one of my shows See the first part, don't nobody know And the second part I was about to go No I haven't been there and ain't do shit Layin' in the hospital, thinking about a new clique Thinking about killing them niggas I'm so ruthless I'm talking 'bout my niggas, almost died nigga Do you know why nigga, you wanna get drunk and high nigga Thought you was gonna ride nigga Click-clack and bye nigga Sorry I don't give a fuck And you can love but don't trust I'm from where niggas will wet you up Then go and hug your mom dressed in a Tux 37 made me who I am today You niggas wanna be street, this shit sad to say
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
