[Intro]
Ayo shit
This the last one I recorded for the tape
I'm tired as fuck
Ain't get no fucking sleep last night
This shit for my n***as though (Ya feel me)
N***a just talking and shit
Shouts to my n***a D.C
We been in it for a couple years now

[Verse 1]
Uh, try to walk a mile in these wheat timbs
We trap the whole week just to party on the weekend
That murder rates increasing, my city's slowly peaking
Keep saying that we sinking, but they left us on the deepend
Call me Don, call me smoke
Voted for Obama cause that n***a black ho
Still in the hood with the same black folk
Still love my n***as from the Ickes on the low
I see you struggle, no work no more
And when I'm saying work know I'm meaning that blow
R.I.P to that n***a Diddy folks when I pray that n***a D-Rose comes back home
On my soul n***as dont know gotta beat this fed case so a n***a going broke
Gotta pay the plug so a n***a masked up finna stick a n***a up man I'm losing my hope
Thats why a n***a smoke thats why a n***a drink
Thats why I sip lean and thats why I pop beans
Lil n***a on the scene with a motherfucking dream
And a dollar never blue collar tryna get the cream (Yeah I remember)
When I die n***a show no pity, send a n***a soul to that gangsta city
Real n***a song gon' remember my memory
And carry my story believe it like Ripley's
When I die dig the whole six feet
Two shotguns at a real n***a feet
Two blue staffs at a real n***a chest
Just tell all my folks that I gave it my best
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[Hook]
I got my money saved
(Shouts that La Familia)
My n***as looking paid
(You n***as unfamilar)
From the cradle to that grave
(Better hope them drugs don't kill ya)
I told her only brains
(Cause baby I dont feel ya)
And she said I know
Yeah I know x3
Boy you trippin' x2
I know x4

[Verse 2]
Little n***a that bad luck gon' pass over you one day
Shouts to that vita morte, crewnecks mostly be my forte
Shouts to that n***a Cory, hittin' licks coming up on that Christian Dior mane
Say we rapping from the floor mane ground up praying for my brothers can't wait for the tour mane
Say we never broke cause we hustle for the change
Real n***a steal it sell it back to the stain
Savemoney n***as sell our heart to our brain, cop a car for the bling, cop the car for the scene nah mean
N***as just wanna be seen no love so we gotta search for it in the streets
Real n***as don't sleep, real n***as ain't weak in the streets cause you know a real n***a gotta eat, uh
Shouts to that n***a Steel, gotdamn them trap nights used to be real
P. Lord Jake and that n***a Moody Real runnin' round with the bitches tryna David Copperfield
Still love my nigas from the IDA B Wells
Still think of Brittney and my eyes get swell
I know she watching a n***a I hope she knowing that im doing well
Yeah, a n***a got locked but a n***a had bail, uh
Said a n***a can't fail
They took my n***a Rod last year still don't feel real can't deal
Next n***a try with my n***as .4 n***a to your dome n***a don't get killed in the field
We living but it's war time never know whom next up to get peeled
That's why I tell my n***as be safe when we all leave the crib
La Familia can't wait till we all make mills
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[Hook]