(Suape, not again)
(CorMill these n***as sounding crazy)

[Chorus]
Bitch we came from section eight
No food up on my plate
Remember running from the jakes
Them crackers on my case
I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away
They took my homie why they have to make a fade away
Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches
We was suppose to make it out and fuck the baddest bitches
They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches
I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah

[Verse 1]
Pour me up a drank I could give a fuck bout what you think
Could think i'm losing my mind is turning blank
I was sitting in that cell when I picked up the phone I heard some crying momma told he caught one in his dome and no no no no and he wasn't alone
My cousin caught like 3 now he can't walk on his own
He told his (?) never make it never sit on the throne
N***as start to showing love and all that shit when he gone like N***a where the fuck were you when we had nothing to eat
We was posted on them corners we ain't have no where to sleep
Used to play that basketball but fell victim to the streets
They left his body on the bed his blood all up on the sheet
Momma crying auntie crying everybody traumatized
I know they hurt I see the pain up in they eyes
My broski gon but through his music he survive
They killed my brother so you know that we gon ride

[Chorus]
Bitch we came from section eight
No food up on my plate
Remember running from the jakes
Them crackers on my case
I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away
They took my homie why they have to make a fade away
Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches
We was suppose to make it out and fuck the baddest bitches
They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches
I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah

[Verse 2]
It's B4M you know we balling to the death of me
See every time I close my eyes that shit affecting me
And I been trying pray to god if he accepting me
My brother watching from the sky know that he blessing me
For here my to make these millions
Gotta run it up and stack it to the ceiling
N***as saying they don't give a fuck bout how they feeling
I'm sipping Henny cause it help me with the healing the healing
Man fuck all this fake love just let me breathe in peace
My dawgs would fuck the city up just take them off the leash
Imma paint a picture big enough to get up off the streets
And put some food up on my plate so we can fucking eat
But why they always take the good guys
Why they always gotta make my fucking hood cry
Feel like TwoTiime swear to god we got hood ties
Reminiscing fell in love with all the good times

[Bridge]
You're rude wit'it crodie
We're keepin' that my n***a
We're just gonna keep going
Do it! Do it! Do it!
Fuck that shit

[Chorus]
Bitch we came from section eight
No food up on my plate
Remember running from the jakes
Them crackers on my case
I've been sippin gin and juice to fade the pain away
They too my homie why they have to make a fade away
Yeah we was suppose to go from rags to riches
We was suppose to make it out and fuck the baddest bitches
They ripped my heart in pieces I need more than stitches
I wish my dawg was here but I need more than wishes yeah