Takin' all 'em drugs got him feeling good
Go to sleep, sweet dreams, but he's still in the hood
He don't got a job, but he working for
Robbing and everything that done made him cool
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
.9 by his side, swear to God he would risk it all
And he don't got a name, he gon' ask "Who you?"
This is the story of Lil Suv
At seven he seen daddy go in cuffs
Mommy was on drugs, she gon' leave soon enough
Nowhere else to go, he tried livin' with his granny
But he ain't get no love 'cause he look just like his daddy
And he was cool for a minute, even tho he wasn't happy
Granny ain't feed him and he took beatings from his papi
And nobody ???, he walked around, head nappy
Clothes always dirty, he go to school, kids laughin'
Now one day granny died, now we gon' skip a year
Papi died on drugs, Suv still ain't shed a tear
He looked behind the tissue and he finally let it there
Suv ain't know how to read, but he signed it out
He read E-V-I get the fuck out the house
He was only thirteen but he gon' figure it out
But police sliding, ridin' faster kid
Fight for what you want that's what he learnt, that was the proper way
They don't know they made a fucking monster
And they know they can't question a gangsta
Runnin' alone in the streets, and he dangerous
He don't believe any picture that they painting
When he was in need ain't nobody come to save him
Uh, see at sixteen he done been to jail like four times
He had no plans on slowing down, he runnin' stop signs
Bro got his gun, when it go down he say "I got mine"
All the adults say life gon' hit him like a clothesline
Walk up on opposition block and he gon' throw some
They threw it back, that's .48, he blew like four time
He kicked his feet, he out of breath, can't feel his chest nigga
He got a blue rag on his face just for the set nigga
It's like his third hit (Third)
All gas, no brakes that's that turf shit (Movin')
They bangin' and slangin' and he's on shit
He in love with the streets, don't want to forfeit (Never)
He said he ready
Hanging out the window, glocky up, he hold it steady
Screamin' out "What's crackin!?" off a pill, he like "Let's get it"
Addicted to the thrill, he wanna kill, don't want no fatty
Bow, he let one off, bow goes off another one
But he ain't click again, it must have came from his brother gun
Look over his shoulder, seen the blood, he ain't know what to think
All he heard was one more shot, and took another blink
It got blurry, then he woke up in a bed
??? in case he dead, ask the doctors about his homie and they said that he ain't make it
Brodie got hit in his head
Then he realized that he's cuffed
He tried to brake it off and fled
Lead detective walked in and said "You're going to the feds"
And they know they can't question a gangsta
Runnin' alone in the streets, and he dangerous
He don't believe any picture that they painting
When he was in need ain't nobody come to save him
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