ya constantly speak on thugs wit guns, when most of u not//
if ya was stuck in these circumstances ya want it to stop//
we living in a world where money is king//
u get stuck up for ya uptowns and hilfiger jeans//
now a days u can blink and u wind up dead//
my nigga got shot on his porch cause his shirt was red//
and his brother died from a drive by, blessings I sended//
just turned 6 months and his life already ended//
there no pretending this sh!t happens everyday//
my yung nigga from highschool runs my local gang//
got jumped, then broke their legs, stuck in court wit an open case//
and every parade there's another victim slain//
and all because where u live and where u were rasied//
they get younger in age, they role deep but ain't sh!t//
a teck splits, pulled in a van, now five souls lift//
emptied clip, knock down heads like he was bowlin//
and niggas wearin more RIP shirts than vintage hulk hogan//
I seen madd niggas die, friends and foes//
hate to see families cry at their funerals//