Ima call a moment of silence...
For all of my niggas still wylin
Mothers cryin from violence
That we call life, normal day shit
Used to hearin that AK spit
Drugs like stocks, da way we trade it
I wanna pour out some liquer
For my niggas still pullin that trigga
Cradlin a sore flexxin finger
Thats jus what the hood made em
Cops always tryna come and slay em
Aint tryna arrest us, guns aimed at head
Gettin hard as hell when they c us dead
Breakin bread wit drug dealers
Guns smokin at thug niggas
Poe-leace be more crooked then hustlaz
They hide behind that badge when they buck at us
But for real, i jus here for my niggas thats gone
To say what up thru this pen, and wish u home
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