fuck you looking at
nigga?
i'm still tryna find out
nigga
hold on
hold on
hold on
wait
oh we got a problem here?
we got a problem here?
holiday season
i got the drop uptown
they said they robbing niggas
you want your block
you can't hustle until you find them niggas
ignorant adolescence like in a father figure
life been kind of rough
couldn't find him smiling in all his pictures
i can teach you how to drive
sit and park it with ya
we fought before we was hitting
shit
really off the liquor
let me tell you about my man
he made his maths double
like biggie song
they shot his daughter in the calf muscle
a hundred percent
wasn't the type to half-hustle
might die from greed
it's guaranteed if a bag touch you
he was connected in milwaukee
came back to harlem
five fifty
the same colour
his coffin
packages was duct-taped
the whip had new car scent
paranoid he circled the block before he parked it
he usually would stop at the bodega 'fore he talked shit
a fiend peeped us early and told us
she saw a brick
comfortable
we slid through in a grey lacoste fit
glock.40 on him
he been hearing niggas talk shit
funny stares and whispers like every time he walk in
it's hard to see if sharks in the water
don't see no shark fin
niggas sit crowded at the lobby
he played the park bench
soon a nigga ratted
10 years ago
they ain't talk since
homie tried to speak and he ignored him
they really don't be beefing
niggas be dying over boredom
he recognised another kid that usually shop on fordham
somethin' with this son
if he was dolo
he'd have called him
shawty really come from nothing
survival's exhausting
two options
go to court or get low in a coffin
body language different
he feeling like niggas talking
keep praying to jesus
he feeling like niggas crossed him
hard to find his homies
he feeling like niggas lost him
connect said he would front him a brick
but it would cost him
his connections from the mid-west just had him flossing
flexed on the plug
said he'd had enough
he could toss town
spanish nigga with him helped understand when they talking
connect kept telling jokes
he said he was kevin hart's friend
homie ain't come here for comedy show
catch a homie
get low
not even you mommy could now
no business
this shit was personal
he in the trap with a brick
thinking 'bout if he spit
what would he get for a verse or two
he'd invite some close friends
ride by in a hearse or two
his life a movie
death just fucked it up like commercials do
he told his stupid nigga
i could work with you
kill a n nigga that you got love for
that shit hurt to do
fuck the emotions
we got work to move
still got his gun and his mans
he in a certain mood
when he was starving
you get murked for food
niggas caught him picking up his daughter
putting work at school
they was aiming at his head and hit her in the leg
wasn't no money
it was just over some shit he said
the last time we spoke he said he'd try and get some bread
i got off of tour
came home
found out my nigga dead
the shit we go through
you know
can't make this shit up
put the gun away
nigga
can we have one night with no fighting and nobody get shot?
shut up bitch
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