He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
I'm. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I woke up
Scrolling through my facebook
I Stopped and had to take a 2nd look
I read the article- it had me shook
Another crime another crook
Another homicide
Another brother booked
Another life took
Another family broken
By a soul stolen
Over $300 at a dice game
Dang mayne
Maybe that's all that this life slain
Was worth to the shooter
Aint that bout insane
Im trying to comprehend in my brain
While I pray 4 all involved that are left with the pain
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
When they asked him why
When they asked him how
He said he was high
Up off them xannies and loud
Don't even remember them murderous thoughts
He coulda shoulda made his family proud
Now the county's his house
The inmates his brothers
And his daddy's the guard
His momma at home crying aloud
His seed is all alone
Wandering wondering why he's not around
All his talents been wasted
And his dreams all buried down
Under the ground
Cuz he had time 4 the trap
But no time for the Lord
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I bet when he got up
He kissed his daughter
Never thought he'd get shot up
And be a goner
He was a father
He shoulda been a homer
Shoulda been a loner
Instead he wanted clout
He wanted to take over
And be known as a hood soldier
But that chromie in the holster
Don't respect nobody
When it slumps yo body over
He was created for life
He shoulda grown older
Life's precious times of the essence
Don't spend it lookin over ya shoulder
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He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
I'm. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I woke up
Scrolling through my facebook
I Stopped and had to take a 2nd look
I read the article- it had me shook
Another crime another crook
Another homicide
Another brother booked
Another life took
Another family broken
By a soul stolen
Over $300 at a dice game
Dang mayne
Maybe that's all that this life slain
Was worth to the shooter
Aint that bout insane
Im trying to comprehend in my brain
While I pray 4 all involved that are left with the pain
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
When they asked him why
When they asked him how
He said he was high
Up off them xannies and loud
Don't even remember them murderous thoughts
He coulda shoulda made his family proud
Now the county's his house
The inmates his brothers
And his daddy's the guard
His momma at home crying aloud
His seed is all alone
Wandering wondering why he's not around
All his talents been wasted
And his dreams all buried down
Under the ground
Cuz he had time 4 the trap
But no time for the Lord
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I bet when he got up
He kissed his daughter
Never thought he'd get shot up
And be a goner
He was a father
He shoulda been a homer
Shoulda been a loner
Instead he wanted clout
He wanted to take over
And be known as a hood soldier
But that chromie in the holster
Don't respect nobody
When it slumps yo body over
He was created for life
He shoulda grown older
Life's precious times of the essence
Don't spend it lookin over ya shoulder
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
I'm. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I woke up
Scrolling through my facebook
I Stopped and had to take a 2nd look
I read the article- it had me shook
Another crime another crook
Another homicide
Another brother booked
Another life took
Another family broken
By a soul stolen
Over $300 at a dice game
Dang mayne
Maybe that's all that this life slain
Was worth to the shooter
Aint that bout insane
Im trying to comprehend in my brain
While I pray 4 all involved that are left with the pain
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
When they asked him why
When they asked him how
He said he was high
Up off them xannies and loud
Don't even remember them murderous thoughts
He coulda shoulda made his family proud
Now the county's his house
The inmates his brothers
And his daddy's the guard
His momma at home crying aloud
His seed is all alone
Wandering wondering why he's not around
All his talents been wasted
And his dreams all buried down
Under the ground
Cuz he had time 4 the trap
But no time for the Lord
He woke up
Rolled up
Then called up
The homies to get lit and shoot dice
Hold up
Never thought an opp would stroll up
Pull out
A chromie now he hit and fighting for his life
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Im. at. A loss. 4 words
Just lost for words
Lost 4 words
Tryna bridge the gap between the streets and church
I bet when he got up
He kissed his daughter
Never thought he'd get shot up
And be a goner
He was a father
He shoulda been a homer
Shoulda been a loner
Instead he wanted clout
He wanted to take over
And be known as a hood soldier
But that chromie in the holster
Don't respect nobody
When it slumps yo body over
He was created for life
He shoulda grown older
Life's precious times of the essence
Don't spend it lookin over ya shoulder
Writer: Thomas Valtierra III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid