still missing you my nigga I'm feeling like the time it was wrong my nigga Do your shilling down saying carry on my nigga Sometimes my light skin get long my nigga
(feat. Trae & P.O.P.) [Hook:] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae:] I don't think
to cry when my friends died, but then I realized I'm the one, who's still facing hard times I recall, fiending for my last breath Cause I was struggling, and still
love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets And still all by my
of 10 it don't miss my nigga Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna see Dinky
inches of chrome and they still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae
one of my friends that'll lead me to my grave, murder me to get my ends Do the crime and make a cape escape from my residence But still show up at my
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas
niggaz You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine I'm ready for any nigga
is just to get my change living strength is my only type of mind frame [Verse 2: Z-Ro] It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul gettin' paper
nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch My nigga Trae in
clock now Gotta get my motherfucker paper Stacking up my chips like Lego Hey ho, I just want some brain That's that nigga Trae, that's my right-hand man
niggaz, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae] You still running up, better peep my
they back blown Cause we ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggas You in danger, I've never been a stranger to homicide Cause in my
make people and guns come up missing Witness, my disappearing act Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga
miss my dog, yeah I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, DJ
The things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It's the things, that's on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my
