Aye, shout out to my big brother Sid again, we got another one foo, fasho
Get right
Laughing and joking
On the block with the dope kids
Everybody smoking, munchies, you know where we going
To the corner store then a car pull up and the windows roll down can you feel the heat
Pop pop everything goes quiet now your blood pouring on the streets
All you see is your friend tears is dropping on ya head
Another one is asking is ya dead
In the distance they're some prayer hands, like a pencil in ya body lead
No one understanding what you said,
You coughing up something red and thick, now you wishing that you was home
Cause you know the news would make ya momma sick
Just another day in the life where a kid gets his life took
This shit so crazy, it seem like life always blind side you with a right hook
So you just take it slow like miss daisy, now you know the city outrageous
Nobody want to see you make it, they just jealous of your greatness
But I do know one thing though, this life shit come and go
Saturday through Sunday Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Will come together someday, one day we all will grow
Til then I do this my way, get this run way, make these hundreds
Learned one thing that the block is hot
Stay in yo lane and get ya top spot
Shit didn't get crazy til the gun shots
Too many dead and now the fun's stopped
You couldn't hear shit with the guns popped
Dead bodies found when the sun's dropped
Now everybody talkin like they done some
But I'm too smart to know they ain't done nun
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
It's dying breed happenin and people not even noticing
Life camera on portrait but really not even focusing,
They claim I was trippin, I was grippin and had a hold of shit
They claim they were seeing but too blind to notice it
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
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Aye, shout out to my big brother Sid again, we got another one foo, fasho
Get right
Laughing and joking
On the block with the dope kids
Everybody smoking, munchies, you know where we going
To the corner store then a car pull up and the windows roll down can you feel the heat
Pop pop everything goes quiet now your blood pouring on the streets
All you see is your friend tears is dropping on ya head
Another one is asking is ya dead
In the distance they're some prayer hands, like a pencil in ya body lead
No one understanding what you said,
You coughing up something red and thick, now you wishing that you was home
Cause you know the news would make ya momma sick
Just another day in the life where a kid gets his life took
This shit so crazy, it seem like life always blind side you with a right hook
So you just take it slow like miss daisy, now you know the city outrageous
Nobody want to see you make it, they just jealous of your greatness
But I do know one thing though, this life shit come and go
Saturday through Sunday Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Will come together someday, one day we all will grow
Til then I do this my way, get this run way, make these hundreds
Learned one thing that the block is hot
Stay in yo lane and get ya top spot
Shit didn't get crazy til the gun shots
Too many dead and now the fun's stopped
You couldn't hear shit with the guns popped
Dead bodies found when the sun's dropped
Now everybody talkin like they done some
But I'm too smart to know they ain't done nun
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
It's dying breed happenin and people not even noticing
Life camera on portrait but really not even focusing,
They claim I was trippin, I was grippin and had a hold of shit
They claim they were seeing but too blind to notice it
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
Get right
Laughing and joking
On the block with the dope kids
Everybody smoking, munchies, you know where we going
To the corner store then a car pull up and the windows roll down can you feel the heat
Pop pop everything goes quiet now your blood pouring on the streets
All you see is your friend tears is dropping on ya head
Another one is asking is ya dead
In the distance they're some prayer hands, like a pencil in ya body lead
No one understanding what you said,
You coughing up something red and thick, now you wishing that you was home
Cause you know the news would make ya momma sick
Just another day in the life where a kid gets his life took
This shit so crazy, it seem like life always blind side you with a right hook
So you just take it slow like miss daisy, now you know the city outrageous
Nobody want to see you make it, they just jealous of your greatness
But I do know one thing though, this life shit come and go
Saturday through Sunday Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Will come together someday, one day we all will grow
Til then I do this my way, get this run way, make these hundreds
Learned one thing that the block is hot
Stay in yo lane and get ya top spot
Shit didn't get crazy til the gun shots
Too many dead and now the fun's stopped
You couldn't hear shit with the guns popped
Dead bodies found when the sun's dropped
Now everybody talkin like they done some
But I'm too smart to know they ain't done nun
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
It's dying breed happenin and people not even noticing
Life camera on portrait but really not even focusing,
They claim I was trippin, I was grippin and had a hold of shit
They claim they were seeing but too blind to notice it
You should already know, I'm on go, but keep that on the low
That's what I mean, when I say keep that on the low
Ooh
Writer: Qwaunzee Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid