That's my brother
So if you crossin' him you crossin' me
Fuck all these hoes please get em' off of me
We from the gutters
Every night we ate bologna meat
Bitch watch your tone cus' ain't no hoe in me
They say I'm greedy
When I be only tryna' feed the team
Somebody tell me who be feeding me
No I ain't easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain't the same I miss the old streets
Man I miss the old streets
These niggas lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they don't know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me (yea)
So now I ball like Kobe (yea)
These niggas be so phony (yea)
They wanna be my homie (yea)
But I've been grinding by my lonely (yea)
Cold winters
Cold killers and
Cold dinners
My granny trippin'
Her grandson the dope dealer
My hoe trippin'
No pics it's just business
Stop bitching
Get out your feelings
Just roll with it
It's all sickening
The bills hittin'
My mom's missing
Pa's flipping
The time's ticking
The day's shifting
I can't fix it
Move with it
Just groove with it
Too smooth with it
I kept praying
I'm god's gifted yea
Never change on my brothers
I'm not switchin'
Better not hang with no others we not with it
All the ops takin' cover got caught slippin'
Go spin they block with them cutters we not missing
Man I miss the old streets
These niggas lame they gotta show me
They know my name but they don't know me
Got all this pain somebody hold me (yea)
So now I ball like Kobe (yea)
These niggas be so phony (yea)
They wanna be my homie (yea)
But I've been grinding by my lonely (yea)
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