i ain't mad at cha

god forgives and i don't

aye

better dreams of being richer

broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin'

damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga

better dreams of being richer

broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin'

damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga

real nigga die

fake nigga went to jail

ain't no balance i need murder on that scale

i wanna say more but the people on my trial

i gotta be cautious while i'm prepping for this trial

i sat for two months they wouldn't give your boy a bail

i sat for two months they couldn't get your boy to tell

said something he ain't my dog that's a opp

that nigga went to court started talking like a cop

9-1-1 niggas but they not

even fake friends left troy went i was shot

why these niggas ain't put in pain went i was locked?

why these niggas leave me to take on these glocks?

better dreams of being richer

broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin'

damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga

better dreams of being richer

broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin'

damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga

trife a wanskta actin' like a real brother

but banga ain't fuck with cha word to my mother

we had real talks went his case was getting fucked

he asked for bail he said you was moral support

you seen assanova at the summer jam facts

you said who did it? he said man it wasn't me it was "