Fuck the opposition, when we slide we don't cuff shit
I can even see the blue lights think I lost them
He just came home, got a knife, think he lost it
Dodging helicopters, criminals in monclers
Now tell me why the streets is so cold
Cuz I ain't seen my bros in so long
Now tell me why the streets is so cold
Cuz he just wrote a statement now he home
Really raised in the trenches, we hold firearms
Riding dirty in dingas, it ain't like us
Little income from the block, we survivors
And every time I speak to my niggas
I hear the lifers in the background
Soldier gripping and itching, I told him stand down
Whenever we slid, we ain't in this, I got a man down
I got way too much to lose so keep me far from the snitches
We started rags to riches from the trap house
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