Al Geno on the track

[Chorus]
Don't gotta go to the playground
Them killers know if its war, slide
Long as the fire right
I ain't been the same since my boy died
They sprayed his whip
He barely made it out, look like the car dyed
Come and picture this
Can you make him disappear ain't talkin archive
I wish jail on a soul before you rat
Lay down and go run
I don't know how these n***as keep catching cases
Getting out when they on bond
Can you picture this?
My n***as got three strikes we need a homerun
We don't blicky switch
Every n***a round me clutching on they own gun

[Verse 1]
Sorta like, red green beam blind him we left him cock-eyed
We whacked him twice
Fuck them boys he scared they can't come outside
(Fuck them boys he scared they can't come outside)
Every time he go broke, he sell the gun
He know I'll buy it
Put karats in me and my hoe ear
They don't know about our diet
Really from the bricks tryna dodge a hit
But I ain't a boxer now
Take my own charge, I ain't tryna block it
I ain't Ibaka now
If we go Dougie drive
Them youngins shoot out vehicles thats why they all gettin high
They steal your Retro 5s
Me and brothers we locked forever it ain't no switching sides
Share the same clothes just cause we bros
And we wore different sizes
Still gotta pull it dude
Dre got a fully
That boy scared and got off first top kizzy
Still caught a bullet
They say its smoke, then shot me down
This a redeye my car be crying
My fake friends buy me a watch
Where they been at after all this time
She a hoe he still cuffed, it don't make sense
He just see a dime
I see Armstrong
Gotta pray we all blow up
I'm looking for the mind
I asked him what he doing, like he was free
Knowing he up the road
5 years buying women's deodorant just to smell it
He miss fucking hoes
That motion fucked him up
My dog a junkie
I seen him and touched his soul
Smooth operation
Can't let a n***a beat you when it's time to up the pole
[Chorus x2]
Don't gotta go to the playground
Them killers know if its war, slide
Long as the fire right
I ain't been the same since my boy died
They sprayed his whip
He barely made it out, look like the car dyed
Come and picture this
Can you make him disappear ain't talkin archive
I wish jail on a soul before you rat
Lay down and go run
I don't know how these n***as keep catching cases
Getting out when they on bond
Can you picture this?
My n***as got three strikes we need a homerun
We don't blicky switch
Every n***a round me clutching on they own gun