IsThatTrey
My spot got hit, Lil G Slim got shot on a lick
Nigga, I was sick, live fast, die young, that's the life of a Crip
My boy got ID'd down at the station
He's still locked up and it's ten years later
Free K-Swiss, Big Mansfield Gangster's
That's my Loc, known him since the fifth grade
On the yard where I learned to play spades
Learned how to make a jailhouse shank
In the tank, niggas calling out fades
Win, lose or draw, can't turn down a thing
When I first got shot, my mind went blank
Start busting back 'til I knew I was safe
A few hours later I was standing on stage
Bullet wounds fresh, crowd going crazy
Yeah, that South Central madness
The shit I been through turned me into a savage
If they made a movie 'bout my life it'd be a classic
No lie, I had roaches crawling on my mattress
Yeah, and I wouldn't change shit
If it wasn't Broadway, I wouldn't bang shit
Tiny Rocc, Lil Wide, them my motherfuckin' Crips
2Eleven got me fly as shit
The price keep going up every single summer
How can I lose when I came in with nothing?
Can I take a M and turn it to a hundred?
Baby Gangster Slim straight out the hundreds
Up in the spot weighing out onions
Let me say this shit again, I really come from nothing
Dope dealer, go getter, in the streets swinging four wheelers
Dope dealer, go getter, The Innerprize Clicc run South Central
What's happening tho' bro?
Hey bro, aye a nigga got one. It's like two tickets in that motherfucker, nigga
Yeah?
Nigga, on my mama nigga it's in on
When we going?
Nigga, we finna go like later on tonight
Oh it's on, it's up, i'm ready!
Alright
Alright
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