[50 Cent:] Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off You know how we end up in the same shit
[Tory Lanez:] And she don't fuck with niggas 'cause niggas is the reason She got herself inside of this situation in the first place Brooklyn murder lathers a birth place Facing the city, quoting Biggie on all of the worst days I used to take the train with her so none of these lames give her the danger Living from where she was at was a plain picture I used to paint pictures on how we could gain riches together Instead of listen, she just kinda blew me off Painted on mind but it kind of just threw me off I guess I figured out, everybody wants riches and the cars But she just wanted a better family Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force Mother on crack and she never had time to bathe her Then she gave her to her uncle, her brother played the saviour Until the day he started datin' this chick That had put him up on mad pills and fuckin' up mad bills She told me that one night he had got so fucked up He fell asleep on his sofa, then woke up a new persona And walked inside of her room and told her remove her clothing And forcefully started chokin' her and tellin' her not to move Before she could even finish, she rolled out in tears and did it Told me that for years, this night was a repetition, a feelin', a fear That she couldn't seem exit or quit it, the feeling was there Started talkin' lower and she told me come here She said she had to make choices So she got involved with niggas that make noise with them thangs, you feel Ran off in her uncle's spot with the stainless steel Put the burner to his face with this aim to kill And said, she don't fuck with niggas, 'cause niggas is the reason She got herself inside of this situation in the first place Figured this intimidation was the worst case She sat back and blew six in that boy face
[*gun shots*] Shot, him, dead
I want you, my dear No, I won't leave you lonely You hold your head up high I won't let go 'cause I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonely
He don't fuck with niggas 'cause niggas is the reason He got himself inside of this situation in the first place He had no father figure His told me that his papa got shot in the face And he can't wait to find out who his killer He dedicated his life and now wants to know who had a motive to kill his only father He felt, it had to be somebody close It couldn't be somebody far away that didn't know 'im But take this pardon When he was younger, he used to roll with his cousin The woman that used to show him the ropes She used to tell him, don't ever let no nigga or woman touch her And if somebody do, then all they would hear is the baka baka baka baka One day, he was on the block rolling Then, this crack fiend woman came up to him and told him That she was his mother, man, that shit had him frozen He ain't want to believe her 'til she said, "Boy, you got a birthmark above your scrotum A scar up on your eye, came from when you was four, from when you fell off in the road" At that point, he looked at her face and he froze She told him hold on, it's something she gotta show him She says to him, "I was gon' wait until you got older But something was on my mind, was pressing, I had to show you The whole block know me and the whole block know you The whole block been knew this story but they ain't told you" His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man But he just had some nonsense to him Huh, well, one night, he's fucked up on the pills I'm tryna tell him stop, but everything I'm saying fails You see, your lil' cousin out in Brooklyn will be relieved I know she love you but the story's more deeper Uh, you see, your father used to be a creeper He used to fuck her, used to touch her, used to beat her Used to leave her, so confused, she would lace an old poker and reefer Wait, I know you wanna interrupt but this get deeper You've been living this mission You tryna figure out who's the nigga or the perpetrator of killing your pops, nigga When your cousin is the reason, he got shot nigga She put six shots in him out the Glock, nigga" This angle was dwelling all on his mind He didn't know what to do, he started gripping his nine and uh Before he knew, he aimed it up at his momma and uh He shot her right in his spine, he said "This is why, my life has been full of lies Don't nobody care for me, fuck it, what's the use in trying? This Glock on my side, if I put it to my ma I know that I'ma die, but in Heaven, I'd be alive"
[50 Cent:] Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off You know how we end up in the same shit
Stunt, get jumped on, slash the dumped-ons Same block you pump on is the spot you get slumped on Tory told me the story, it sounded a little crazy A little Nas, a little 2Pac, Brenda's having a baby How much pressure can you take 'fore you snap or break? Love turn to hate? Fuck shit or fake, you next move may raise the murder rate From average to savage, to semi-automatics It's tragic how the static'll have us going at it
[Tory Lanez:] I want you, my dear No, I won't leave you lonely You hold your head up high I won't let go 'cause I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonely I can't leave her lonelyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
