Yeah This for my niggas in the bottom of the trench, in the bottom of the bench Smoke through the clothes, and the marijuana stench
When the AC broke, nigga, everything tense I´m thinkin´, "Fuck friends" ´Cause them niggas that I rode with, turned to culprits And the cops got they paw prints and the doses He was duckin´ from the law, that just have more sense He been stuck behind a wall since Jordans and Forces The niggas that I got nights with, rolled dice with Got life in the pen, coughin´ ice picks Lookin´ at my young niggas, wonder how they like this The money, fast cars, and the hoes and the slight twist Wonderin´ why they gotta live life like this When the opps hit the block like Isis
When the opps hit the block like dices Tryna survive and knowin´ you can´t fight this Young niggas, schemin´ on the block ´til the funds quicker Forty-three X Glock on the dot, put the dash ´Cause it ain´t no sum for the snakes in the grass, and the flies on the last nigga
All of those things and all of those things Spinnin´ all day, sellin´ this pain for me and valuable things All of this pain it brings, can see sunshine and rain Tryna find finer thing, finer things
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