Bangin' peace to my brother nem
Retard Mike, bitch nigga, I ain't forgot about you
Guru Mozzy, love you niggas to death, blood
Real day ones not a day ago
Sandbox before the woodchips, real hood shit
Shit for a lifetime, not a long time
Damn, nigga
Smoked the homie like the homies wasn't our mans, nigga
Suckas utilize the lingo them is fans, niggas
We wasn't born with silver spoons
Got it off the stoop
Yeah, I remember was was goin' gram for gram with it
Ain't a load that I possess ain't gotta blamm in it
Rap game was like the block so we ran with it
When blood died the hood felt I had a hand in it
They know we handle business
I'm the one with all the say so but ain't sayin' nothin' (But ain't sayin' nothin')
Shit ain't what it used to be but I don't regret thuggin' (I don't regret thuggin')
Stealin' from the one that fed you, can't respect youngin
Cut him off instead of checkin' youngin
Give a f*ck about your love, nigga
Where your loyalty lie?
It's unquestionable, I'm loyal to mines
Give a f*ck about your gun, nigga
You ain't no boy from that side
You still ain't slither for ol' boy that just died
Damn, nigga
They got on the homie line and you ran, nigga
Damn, nigga
Smoked the homie like the homie wasn't our mans, nigga
Damn, nigga
They got on the home linea and you ran, nigga
You had blamm in your possession and ain't fan niggas
Understatement far as I don't understand, nigga
That's why I hand pick 'em, yeah
Ohio numbers poppin' up soon as she land with it (Soon as she land with it)
Get 'em gone immediately that's how you feed the team
The bottom of my feet black the way I bleed the streets
But smart enough to keep the chicken, y'all can keep the streets
For those who got a crate up out me, you can keep the yicks
For those who got a chain up out me, you can keep the links
I'm felein' like I'm to the necklace if we keep it G
But did too much to tell the killers we should keep the peace
They tried to say I fell off like nigga reached his peak (Huh)
I send condolences to Hus as well as M.E.D
I'm really out here with these sharks, I been in it deep
Demons keep me up at night, I hardly get to sleep
Damn, nigga
They got on the homie line and you ran, nigga
Damn, nigga
Smoked the homie like the homie wasn't our mans, nigga
Mozzy - Children Of The Slums Album Lyrics
Mozzy - Children Of The Slums Lyrics
Writer: Julian Cannon, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Still Hurt
Diamond died while on a drill that shit still hurt
The love I had for Sauce was real and that shit still hurt
God forbid I lose another, ain't no feelin' worse
We dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Take advantage of the Loc, better kill him first
Even the Lord a man of war, I read that in a verse
What I look like tellin'
Take away the skits that I done did
Ayy, take away the skits that I done did
Her baby dad a bum, took care of that bitch and all them kids
You know it ain't 'bout nothin' though, I'm rich
Forgiato kicks, pedicure, I gotta keep 'em clean
Automobile 2023
Give me twenty feet, I don't want you nerds around the thugs
Suckas know the purpose of these drums
Walk through committee, why you think he on the run?
Got him a B&B, dropped him off, he in the tuck
Terrorize the mall and buy her anything she touch
She sold her booty for it, you can't tell me that it's trickin'
How you get a bill and brodie didn't? You's a witness
Quit askin' for forgiveness like that, man, I want you dead
Fish bowl cloudy than a bitch, I be on meds
Chicken on my head but evidently I ain't scared
Niggas broke for real
They ain't on the time we on, them niggas hoes for real
Lil' brudda died before his time, he was on them pills
Skeem died behind the wheel and that shit still hurt
Peezy died behind that wheel and that shit still hurt
Dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Put some motor oil on that bitch and get him right
Broke my heart to hear my reli had a still birth
She wasn't smokin', wasn't drinkin', guess it's part of life
They do more woofin' on the 'Gram than OG Charlie White
When they know we be outside more than the Harlem Nights
I was 'posed to cut you off when niggas told me too
But that's the only time that I ain't take my dawg advice
I'm the type to hustle for it 'fore I call on Christ
Got nothin' to do with pride, it's just how I was raised
If we get a drop on any opp, we get 'em Johnny Blazed
On my left nut, it's f*ck a bitch, watch how I let 'em hang
Diamond died while on a drill that shit still hurt
The love I had for Sauce was real and that shit still hurt
God forbid I lose another, ain't no feelin' worse
We dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Take advantage of the Loc, better kill him first
Even the Lord a man of war, I read that in a verse
The love I had for Sauce was real and that shit still hurt
God forbid I lose another, ain't no feelin' worse
We dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Take advantage of the Loc, better kill him first
Even the Lord a man of war, I read that in a verse
What I look like tellin'
Take away the skits that I done did
Ayy, take away the skits that I done did
Her baby dad a bum, took care of that bitch and all them kids
You know it ain't 'bout nothin' though, I'm rich
Forgiato kicks, pedicure, I gotta keep 'em clean
Automobile 2023
Give me twenty feet, I don't want you nerds around the thugs
Suckas know the purpose of these drums
Walk through committee, why you think he on the run?
Got him a B&B, dropped him off, he in the tuck
Terrorize the mall and buy her anything she touch
She sold her booty for it, you can't tell me that it's trickin'
How you get a bill and brodie didn't? You's a witness
Quit askin' for forgiveness like that, man, I want you dead
Fish bowl cloudy than a bitch, I be on meds
Chicken on my head but evidently I ain't scared
Niggas broke for real
They ain't on the time we on, them niggas hoes for real
Lil' brudda died before his time, he was on them pills
Skeem died behind the wheel and that shit still hurt
Peezy died behind that wheel and that shit still hurt
Dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Put some motor oil on that bitch and get him right
Broke my heart to hear my reli had a still birth
She wasn't smokin', wasn't drinkin', guess it's part of life
They do more woofin' on the 'Gram than OG Charlie White
When they know we be outside more than the Harlem Nights
I was 'posed to cut you off when niggas told me too
But that's the only time that I ain't take my dawg advice
I'm the type to hustle for it 'fore I call on Christ
Got nothin' to do with pride, it's just how I was raised
If we get a drop on any opp, we get 'em Johnny Blazed
On my left nut, it's f*ck a bitch, watch how I let 'em hang
Diamond died while on a drill that shit still hurt
The love I had for Sauce was real and that shit still hurt
God forbid I lose another, ain't no feelin' worse
We dug the Kater up, it's rusty, but it still work
Take advantage of the Loc, better kill him first
Even the Lord a man of war, I read that in a verse
Writer: Jeremiah Dickerson, Julian Cannon, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
CHILDREN OF THE SLUMS
(Haha, you crazy, Jaywavy)
If you ain't bailed him out he wouldn't have died when he died
Still'll be alive
Wasn't seein' eye to eye, but he still was on our side, still was one of mines
One who told me 'bout it, had to listen to me cry
Tears of a thug
Body deteriorating, all them years on these drugs
Children of the slums
Cookin' up a R.I.C.O. I can feel it in my gut (Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Stomach rollin' over, God knock on wood
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah)
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
I'm still missin' y'all
Wish there was a number I could call, wish I could visit y'all
Think about you on the daily
Don't nobody suffer from your absence like your babies
Deeply rooted in it like the Chaney's
If I give my life to God, is he gon' really save me? (Give my life to God, is he gon' really save me?)
Niggas know I'm janky, sellin' drugs use to motivate me
Now I'ma millionaire from 4th, niggas 'posed to hate me, I don't mind
I done dropped so many tears, I don't wanna cry
Yeah, I'm through with that
They tried to throw him forty years, nigga threw it back
Looked his lawyer in his eyes, "What I'ma do with that?"
Felt he was too relaxed
Niggas dyin' every daily, I'm in tune with that
And I'm bool with that long as it ain't HGM
Cracked a seal, fell asleep in front of AMPM
Real niggas left like I ain't need 'em, damn
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah)
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
Hope y'all ain't forgot about me
Sick to my stomach, it's gangster parties without me
Tell Deezy what's happenin'
I could picture Zoe pourin' technical in a Fanta
David. A Perkins, reputable with that blammer
Is it really a heaven? Nah, for real, for real
Ain't believe it when they said it 'til I felt my dog spirit
Ridin' by myself, but I swear to God he with me
Talkin' back to me, am I hearin' what I'm hearin' or is it the drugs?
I would've been left the streets if it wasn't for love
Gave you all I had to give, it just wasn't enough
Loyalty make you family, it's thicker than blood
In lovin' memory, this for the thugs (Yeah)
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely
If you ain't bailed him out he wouldn't have died when he died
Still'll be alive
Wasn't seein' eye to eye, but he still was on our side, still was one of mines
One who told me 'bout it, had to listen to me cry
Tears of a thug
Body deteriorating, all them years on these drugs
Children of the slums
Cookin' up a R.I.C.O. I can feel it in my gut (Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Stomach rollin' over, God knock on wood
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah)
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
I'm still missin' y'all
Wish there was a number I could call, wish I could visit y'all
Think about you on the daily
Don't nobody suffer from your absence like your babies
Deeply rooted in it like the Chaney's
If I give my life to God, is he gon' really save me? (Give my life to God, is he gon' really save me?)
Niggas know I'm janky, sellin' drugs use to motivate me
Now I'ma millionaire from 4th, niggas 'posed to hate me, I don't mind
I done dropped so many tears, I don't wanna cry
Yeah, I'm through with that
They tried to throw him forty years, nigga threw it back
Looked his lawyer in his eyes, "What I'ma do with that?"
Felt he was too relaxed
Niggas dyin' every daily, I'm in tune with that
And I'm bool with that long as it ain't HGM
Cracked a seal, fell asleep in front of AMPM
Real niggas left like I ain't need 'em, damn
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah)
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
Hope y'all ain't forgot about me
Sick to my stomach, it's gangster parties without me
Tell Deezy what's happenin'
I could picture Zoe pourin' technical in a Fanta
David. A Perkins, reputable with that blammer
Is it really a heaven? Nah, for real, for real
Ain't believe it when they said it 'til I felt my dog spirit
Ridin' by myself, but I swear to God he with me
Talkin' back to me, am I hearin' what I'm hearin' or is it the drugs?
I would've been left the streets if it wasn't for love
Gave you all I had to give, it just wasn't enough
Loyalty make you family, it's thicker than blood
In lovin' memory, this for the thugs (Yeah)
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood
Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood
It don't come with a trophy
Forever this 'til they smoke me
Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me
I feel like 'til you slither, you shouldn't mention the homie
Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely
Writer: David Grear, Jeremiah Dickerson, Julian Cannon, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
RED NOSE BULLY
HGM and 'nem
If niggas know me, then they know I'm still that guy from the middle
Type to put it all on the line in a pickle
Free the red nose bully doin' life in the kennel
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle (PB on the track)
Look at my wrist
Indian Filipino joint, look at my bitch
Satin purple on Forgi's, nigga, look at the whip
Wish I could post it on the 'Gram so you could look at the crib
They was sleepin' on Oak Park, I put the hood in the mix
In the A, like, "Where the drank? I need a jugg on a brick"
Niggas postin' gangster shit, still ain't slither for his
Use a sock from out the dirty clothes to fill up the stick
Check the Well Fargo app, waitin' on this million to hit
'Til the paperwork is published, all my killers legit
Ain't pickin' up the phone lately, I been dealin' with shit
PO called me in his office, nigga want me to piss
I'm the reason for they motion, they be hopin' I diss
But I ain't gotta say a word, nigga know he a bitch
They assume it's accidental, but I'm 'posed to be rich
One of the realest out the region, ma', I'm 'posed to be this
They gave him twenty somethin' years, just bought a phone for the clique
Still look out for his mama when I come through the trench
Still look out for his daughter, I'd be wrong if I didn't
Buy a pole off the Wock', leave me 'lone when I'm sippin'
You ain't caught a body for us, you don't belong in our business
F*ck a check, they be out here sellin' souls for an image
Still mad federalies, got a hold of my gremlins
Putin' overtime hours when I'm 'posed to be chillin'
In '05 wasn't a day that I ain't go without thizzin'
Hardly post on Instagram, but they know how I'm livin'
Got a mansion in the hills, my location is hidden
That should tell you that it's real if it's bands on my fitted
Otherwise, it's pure hate, they can't stand niggas winnin'
I'm applaudin' for the youth that got a plan and a vision
Rather put you in position than to hand over chicken
Talked lil' brother out the skit, could tell his mans and him timid
I would hate for you to be the one get blammed with a sentence
Got a play on hella packs, they finna land in a minute
Who was makin' sure you Gucci when yo' family was trippin'?
They don't care about yo' struggle, gotta man up and get it
Tried to tell you more than once, you too stubborn to listen
Instead of focus on the pape', out here f*ckin' with bitches
Nigga, f*ck all them bitches
Guarantee you see results once you cut off them bitches
You could smell the pape' on us when we jump out them Benzes
Gangster party for the killers, all the thugs in attendance
Let the haters do they job, ain't got nothin' against 'em
What relationship I lost that I'm tryna rekindle?
Survive fonkin' with the hood, still that guy from the middle
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle
Free the red nose bully's doin' life in the kennel
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle
Free the red nose bully's doin' life in the kennel (Doin' life in the kennel)
If niggas know me, then they know I'm still that guy from the middle
Type to put it all on the line in a pickle
Free the red nose bully doin' life in the kennel
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle (PB on the track)
Look at my wrist
Indian Filipino joint, look at my bitch
Satin purple on Forgi's, nigga, look at the whip
Wish I could post it on the 'Gram so you could look at the crib
They was sleepin' on Oak Park, I put the hood in the mix
In the A, like, "Where the drank? I need a jugg on a brick"
Niggas postin' gangster shit, still ain't slither for his
Use a sock from out the dirty clothes to fill up the stick
Check the Well Fargo app, waitin' on this million to hit
'Til the paperwork is published, all my killers legit
Ain't pickin' up the phone lately, I been dealin' with shit
PO called me in his office, nigga want me to piss
I'm the reason for they motion, they be hopin' I diss
But I ain't gotta say a word, nigga know he a bitch
They assume it's accidental, but I'm 'posed to be rich
One of the realest out the region, ma', I'm 'posed to be this
They gave him twenty somethin' years, just bought a phone for the clique
Still look out for his mama when I come through the trench
Still look out for his daughter, I'd be wrong if I didn't
Buy a pole off the Wock', leave me 'lone when I'm sippin'
You ain't caught a body for us, you don't belong in our business
F*ck a check, they be out here sellin' souls for an image
Still mad federalies, got a hold of my gremlins
Putin' overtime hours when I'm 'posed to be chillin'
In '05 wasn't a day that I ain't go without thizzin'
Hardly post on Instagram, but they know how I'm livin'
Got a mansion in the hills, my location is hidden
That should tell you that it's real if it's bands on my fitted
Otherwise, it's pure hate, they can't stand niggas winnin'
I'm applaudin' for the youth that got a plan and a vision
Rather put you in position than to hand over chicken
Talked lil' brother out the skit, could tell his mans and him timid
I would hate for you to be the one get blammed with a sentence
Got a play on hella packs, they finna land in a minute
Who was makin' sure you Gucci when yo' family was trippin'?
They don't care about yo' struggle, gotta man up and get it
Tried to tell you more than once, you too stubborn to listen
Instead of focus on the pape', out here f*ckin' with bitches
Nigga, f*ck all them bitches
Guarantee you see results once you cut off them bitches
You could smell the pape' on us when we jump out them Benzes
Gangster party for the killers, all the thugs in attendance
Let the haters do they job, ain't got nothin' against 'em
What relationship I lost that I'm tryna rekindle?
Survive fonkin' with the hood, still that guy from the middle
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle
Free the red nose bully's doin' life in the kennel
Bang in peace to all my steppers that done died from the middle
Free the red nose bully's doin' life in the kennel (Doin' life in the kennel)
Writer: Adrian Mckinnon, Nick Cassidy, Pavan Bailey, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
LOST IT ALL
[ Featuring Fridayy ]
[Fridayy:]
If I ain't have drive
Tell me, would you still ride?
If a nigga couldn't find his way
Would you try to ride and be my light?
Seen it too many times
They always switchin' sides
If they ever left me out for dead
Would you keep my name alive?
No need to act, just play your role
You love the lights, you love the show
If shit get dark, are you gonna leave me 'lone
I gotta know
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
Mm-hmm, when shit get ugly
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
When shit get ugly, oh-oh, mm-hmm, mm-nah
[Mozzy:]
No complaints
Know I'm not no saint but I've been keepin' faith
All I ask
Don't attempt to judge me for my evil ways
Look where I was brought up, look where I was raised, keep a thang
You ain't gotta tell me, smart enough to know I need to change
Welcome home, gave him ten bands 'cause that's my man, he did
Ten inside that can, he couldn't wait to touch 'em, get a chain
Bless his game, who gon' bless mine if I went broke today?
Is you gon' up and leave when you don't need me though? Hope you ain't (Yeah)
I been feelin' like the world been on my shoulder blades
Too much pride to ask you for assistance, what I'm 'posed to say?
Know I'm 'posed to pray but I been cattin'
If I lost it all, I know it's what's happenin'
[Fridayy:]
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
Mm-hmm, when shit get ugly
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
When shit get ugly, oh-oh, mm-hmm, mm-nah
[Mozzy:]
Struggle with me, kiss me on my tears if you my bitch for real
Ain't glorifyin', rappin' 'bout some shit that I done did for real
Internal bleedin', dealin' with some things they said'll never heal
Take your love for granted? Nah, I never will
'Cause you the truth, feds hit, threat of racketeering charges, we was bool
Never mind myself, it's 'bout Zay and Deuce, my heart and soul
Who gon' be there for 'em if I wiggle? That's the part I know
Hard to carry on without no grudges now, [?]
[?], granny picked up every time I'm callin' home
It never fail
Hesitant at first and then she pay the bill
Let's toast to that
And those who stayed the course while I was in that cell, you smell
[Fridayy:]
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
Mm-hmm, when shit get ugly
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly
When shit get ugly, oh-oh, mm-hmm, mm-nah
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
If I was to fall, put no one above me
It get pretty quiet when shit get ugly, shit get ugly, shit get ugly
Writer: Andre Robertson, Blake Straus, Cordaryl Scribner, Francis Leblanc, Karim Esmail, Rodney Jeffrion Montreal Jr., Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
MISS BIG BRUH
Never bought a thing knowin' I'm not gon' use it
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Bang in peace, nigga, you know what it with me, Trace
Never bought a thing knowin' I'm not gon' use it (Yeah)
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched (Now I get shit touched)
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces (In that box on deuces)
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Cream root beer, finna mix it with mud (Mix it with mud)
Contaminated cups seem to soothe all the pain (Seem to soothe all the pain)
I did a lot of shit that can't be fixed or undone, but who are you to judge with criticism and blame? (Yeah, huh?)
Solidify my name, I contribute to labor (Huh?)
Ho, you sneak dissin' too? Shit, I'ma get with you later
I thank you for your betrayal, niggas did me a favor
How is you a gangster with that drop-snitch jacket?
If it's really your murder like you niggas be claimin', then suite and tie that rodent up and find him a casket
You gon' cry inside his mama house or cry in this mansion
I swear I asked the bitch and you know what she chose
Rollie on, found a beach, like, this where I belong
Talkin' out your neck like I can't come back
So I brung YG and shot a video on it
Blam 400, that's my brother for life (My brother for life)
Even after death, nigga, love you for life (I love you for life)
Blow was f*ckin' with me 'fore I had all this ice ('Fore I had all this ice)
In the trap with no furniture, I remember them nights (I remember them nights)
I remember them kites, lil' bro, stay focused
Street knowledge checked out 'fore I could give him his roses
I got skinny T-pieces, he can hound me, roll him
Pawn shop wouldn't even give your boy a band for that kit (Nah)
Refuse to let him do me like your partner got did
So it's military movements and I stand on that shit (Stand on that shit)
Mandatory removal, you ain't blam me your blip (Blam me your blimp)
Ran up a ticket, somethin' light, I'm really livin' like that (I'm really livin' like that)
Blow it like it's illegal, I'ma get it right back (I'ma get it right back)
Pray to God they don't send me right back, I'm pissin' dirty
Surroundings bein' monitored frequently, niggas thirsty
Decided I'ma die in this jersey before I switch it (Yeah)
You the closest niggas to me that got me keepin' my distance, I don't get it
Slime with scheme, ain't finna act like I don't miss it
Don't tell me you love me, not when your actions inconsistent
What you feel about freedom if I was askin' you to risk it?
Lack of commitment, I'm all in though
Never bought a thing knowin' I'm not gon' use it
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Bang in peace, nigga, you know what it with me, Trace
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Bang in peace, nigga, you know what it with me, Trace
Never bought a thing knowin' I'm not gon' use it (Yeah)
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched (Now I get shit touched)
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces (In that box on deuces)
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Cream root beer, finna mix it with mud (Mix it with mud)
Contaminated cups seem to soothe all the pain (Seem to soothe all the pain)
I did a lot of shit that can't be fixed or undone, but who are you to judge with criticism and blame? (Yeah, huh?)
Solidify my name, I contribute to labor (Huh?)
Ho, you sneak dissin' too? Shit, I'ma get with you later
I thank you for your betrayal, niggas did me a favor
How is you a gangster with that drop-snitch jacket?
If it's really your murder like you niggas be claimin', then suite and tie that rodent up and find him a casket
You gon' cry inside his mama house or cry in this mansion
I swear I asked the bitch and you know what she chose
Rollie on, found a beach, like, this where I belong
Talkin' out your neck like I can't come back
So I brung YG and shot a video on it
Blam 400, that's my brother for life (My brother for life)
Even after death, nigga, love you for life (I love you for life)
Blow was f*ckin' with me 'fore I had all this ice ('Fore I had all this ice)
In the trap with no furniture, I remember them nights (I remember them nights)
I remember them kites, lil' bro, stay focused
Street knowledge checked out 'fore I could give him his roses
I got skinny T-pieces, he can hound me, roll him
Pawn shop wouldn't even give your boy a band for that kit (Nah)
Refuse to let him do me like your partner got did
So it's military movements and I stand on that shit (Stand on that shit)
Mandatory removal, you ain't blam me your blip (Blam me your blimp)
Ran up a ticket, somethin' light, I'm really livin' like that (I'm really livin' like that)
Blow it like it's illegal, I'ma get it right back (I'ma get it right back)
Pray to God they don't send me right back, I'm pissin' dirty
Surroundings bein' monitored frequently, niggas thirsty
Decided I'ma die in this jersey before I switch it (Yeah)
You the closest niggas to me that got me keepin' my distance, I don't get it
Slime with scheme, ain't finna act like I don't miss it
Don't tell me you love me, not when your actions inconsistent
What you feel about freedom if I was askin' you to risk it?
Lack of commitment, I'm all in though
Never bought a thing knowin' I'm not gon' use it
I was hands-on, now I get shit touched
Deezy used to school me in that box on Deuces
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Just to listen to his new shit, I miss big bruh
Bang in peace, nigga, you know what it with me, Trace
Writer: Dexter Simmons II, Isaiah Chandavong, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
EBONY FROM 12TH
They gon' crucify me 'fore they dig me up
And ain't gon' tell you how I picked him up and put him on
Thought about it in the cell, the nights I spent alone
Like, nobody finna love me like my granny did
Except Retarded and they took him, niggas did me wrong
Why you think this cup I'm kissin' on contaminated?
Like I'm overexaggeratin' 'bout these open wounds
If you loyal, show and prove, that's the only proof (Yeah)
Lil' homie spooked so we aborted mission
Can't believe the ones I considered big dog
Y'all done seen me risk it all and don't support the vision
Fourth quarter, down by four, we was 4th and inches
When the smoke was indicated, we resort to trippin' (We resort to trippin')
Jeopardizin' everything we built from scratch (Yeah)
I pray to God karma show a lil' mercy to me
It be light weight overwhelming to have to deal with that
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses
Seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
How you expect that man to rest, you ain't filetin' flesh?
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses
I seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
No, you ain't love me like you say, I wasn't surprised you left
Niggas broke as shit, so they mad at me (They mad at me)
Oh, I'm the one who 'posed to feed your children, huh? (The one who 'posed to feed your children, huh?)
'Posed to bail you out, pay for funerals
Buy you niggas drums so you can run, say I ain't did enough? (I ain't did enough)
Ebony from 12th got me tearin' up (Got me tearin' up)
'Cause I ain't get to say goodbye like the hood did
Day one, we really come from out the wood chips
I was in jail, they could've sent me your obituary
Like pullin' up on you wasn't always my itinerary
But l'ma let you get your rest until we reunite
Better off with sayin' nothin' and it's gon' be alright
I gotta keep my niggas lit long as I'm breathin' life
Real demonic bottom, that's on Jesus Christ
Nothin' like the rapper from the other side that's pump fakin'
Built a reputation out here squeezin' pipes (Out here squeeze pipes)
Heart deterioratin' every daily, l don't love nathan
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses (Nah, for real, for real)
Seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death (They gettin' tired of death)
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
How you expect that man to rest, you ain't filetin' flesh? (Nah)
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses (Nah, for real, for real)
I seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death (They be tired of death)
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
No, you ain't love me like you say, I wasn't surprised you left
And ain't gon' tell you how I picked him up and put him on
Thought about it in the cell, the nights I spent alone
Like, nobody finna love me like my granny did
Except Retarded and they took him, niggas did me wrong
Why you think this cup I'm kissin' on contaminated?
Like I'm overexaggeratin' 'bout these open wounds
If you loyal, show and prove, that's the only proof (Yeah)
Lil' homie spooked so we aborted mission
Can't believe the ones I considered big dog
Y'all done seen me risk it all and don't support the vision
Fourth quarter, down by four, we was 4th and inches
When the smoke was indicated, we resort to trippin' (We resort to trippin')
Jeopardizin' everything we built from scratch (Yeah)
I pray to God karma show a lil' mercy to me
It be light weight overwhelming to have to deal with that
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses
Seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
How you expect that man to rest, you ain't filetin' flesh?
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses
I seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
No, you ain't love me like you say, I wasn't surprised you left
Niggas broke as shit, so they mad at me (They mad at me)
Oh, I'm the one who 'posed to feed your children, huh? (The one who 'posed to feed your children, huh?)
'Posed to bail you out, pay for funerals
Buy you niggas drums so you can run, say I ain't did enough? (I ain't did enough)
Ebony from 12th got me tearin' up (Got me tearin' up)
'Cause I ain't get to say goodbye like the hood did
Day one, we really come from out the wood chips
I was in jail, they could've sent me your obituary
Like pullin' up on you wasn't always my itinerary
But l'ma let you get your rest until we reunite
Better off with sayin' nothin' and it's gon' be alright
I gotta keep my niggas lit long as I'm breathin' life
Real demonic bottom, that's on Jesus Christ
Nothin' like the rapper from the other side that's pump fakin'
Built a reputation out here squeezin' pipes (Out here squeeze pipes)
Heart deterioratin' every daily, l don't love nathan
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses (Nah, for real, for real)
Seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death (They gettin' tired of death)
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
How you expect that man to rest, you ain't filetin' flesh? (Nah)
They focus on the gains, they don't see the losses (Nah, for real, for real)
I seen so many coffins, niggas tired of death (They be tired of death)
I was surprised that you ain't slide behind your dead homie
No, you ain't love me like you say, I wasn't surprised you left
Writer: David Grear, James Perez, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
MISS YOU BLOOD
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Thug with me, can't forget who all was in the slums with me
Can't forget the ones who gave me drum when it was up with me
Ghazi tapped in and cut the check, know he f*ck with me
Gotti tapped in, cut the check, know he f*ck with me
Gave granny forty somethin' thou' when I was up fifty
Heavily sedated, niggas always got that cup with him
Thinkin' 'bout my dog, I can't wait until they free Surf
Rap is overrated, but it pays me so I keep workin'
Lot of self-reflection, I've been tryna get my mind right
Stand on any business that concern me, talk to my mind
Put on for the corner that my lil' brother bled on
Pull up to the site just to sanitize his headstone
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens before we count it
Utilize my rights, told 'em talk to legal counsel, what I paid for?
'Til that paperwork drop, they gon' play the role like they told
R.I.P.'s back-to-back, plan on takin' mo'
With John Legend in my head singin' "Take It Slow"
Could tell that all the odds against us, we still made it, though
Five thousand square footage for my latest haul
How can I complain?
Liberate her with this ism, watch me knock his main
Take that hundred K you posted down as pocket change
Put your posse in position, that's what bosses do
And get back up if you encounter a lil' loss or two
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Thug with me, can't forget who all was in the slums with me
Can't forget the ones who gave me drum when it was up with me
Ghazi tapped in and cut the check, know he f*ck with me
Gotti tapped in, cut the check, know he f*ck with me
Gave granny forty somethin' thou' when I was up fifty
Heavily sedated, niggas always got that cup with him
Thinkin' 'bout my dog, I can't wait until they free Surf
Rap is overrated, but it pays me so I keep workin'
Lot of self-reflection, I've been tryna get my mind right
Stand on any business that concern me, talk to my mind
Put on for the corner that my lil' brother bled on
Pull up to the site just to sanitize his headstone
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens before we count it
Utilize my rights, told 'em talk to legal counsel, what I paid for?
'Til that paperwork drop, they gon' play the role like they told
R.I.P.'s back-to-back, plan on takin' mo'
With John Legend in my head singin' "Take It Slow"
Could tell that all the odds against us, we still made it, though
Five thousand square footage for my latest haul
How can I complain?
Liberate her with this ism, watch me knock his main
Take that hundred K you posted down as pocket change
Put your posse in position, that's what bosses do
And get back up if you encounter a lil' loss or two
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as f*ck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Writer: Estaban De Anda, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
JADED
[ Featuring Eric Bellinger ]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Don't waste your tears, no
Oh-oh, oh-oh
(Heard you cookin' up, Vontae)
Angels, they been callin' me
But demons still be hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been hard to tell the difference lately, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me (oh, oh)
But the homies, they been wantin' me
By disloyalty
Opportunist, twenty-plus doin' this
In and out them loads, tryna noodle shit
Cry about that sentence that they gave you, niggas knew the risk
Warned many times, mama told us 'bout that foolishness
Well aware of who he is, the trenches know
'Cause it's a difference from the ones who went and didn't go
Got Mula with me, who you set up that pick and roll?
Ayy, what is freedom to a man that's willin' to give his soul?
Yeah, he in demon mode
To each his own, but them the ones you boys should leave alone
The youths susceptible to failure, we been leadin' 'em wrong
Protected by them angels, a lot of us still believe in those
They tend to show up when I need 'em most, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me
But demons still be hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been hard to tell the difference lately, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me (oh, oh)
But the homies, they been wantin' me
By disloyalty
Weight of the world, stand thorough is the objective
Correction is needed but hard to see from this perspective
Familiar with abandonment, I dealt with that neglection
There's still a disconnection with progression in my section, yeah
There's very few that make it out with an exception
Boundaries never work against the destined
We use it as our leverage
They tell me they love me, but I object it
I know that shit ain't real, f*ck your affection
Whoa, oh-oh
Don't waste your tears, no
I'm gon' always be here
Wonderin' who's for me?
Angels, they been callin' me (call)
But demons still be hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been hard to tell the difference, uh, lately, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me (oh, oh)
But the homies, they been wantin' me
By disloyalty, yeah
Writer: Darrel Alston, David Grear, Eric Bellinger Jr, Jesse Gumer, Timothy Patterson, Vid Vucenovic
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
LIVING PROOF
[ Featuring E Mozzy ]
(Simo Fre just killed this)
[E Mozzy:]
They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (Well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (Se the mood)
If there's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (Know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this level 7 bulletproof (In this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (We get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yicks look identical (Look identical)
The Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed
[Mozzy:]
Call it what you want to
Nigga got rich and left the bity like I'm 'posed to
Half a tick in blues, never seen it, I can show you
Hit the bank and grab another nickel if I want to
I wouldn't even hold you
I been in my feelings 'bout some unresolved issues
He died in front the store, the only witness was a Hindu
Speak on anything that I'm attached to, l'ma get you
Tryna sneak these submachine rifles in the venue
Through with crashin' out, but I'm forever with the movement
Ain't callin' niggas rats without the evidence to prove it
You don't feel my resume impeccable, you stupid
Did it all and got it done when it was time to do it, I knew it
[E Mozzy:]
They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (Well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (Se the mood)
If there's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (Know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this level 7 bulletproof (In this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (We get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yicks look identical (Look identical)
The Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed
[Mozzy:]
You wouldn't slide for yo' self
Sobbin' on yo' story like you cryin' out for help
That's the way we took it
Put money on his books the same day them people booked him
His baby momma texts, "You's a real one, good lookin'"
We do it for the gang
Thirsty for revenge, ain't never do it for no name
Get yo' rest, brother
We consider dry snitchin', niggas undercovers
Upper body punctured, got the word, he ain't recover
It reduce the pain to know they also gotta suffer
Mama told me leave this life alone, you know I'm stubborn
AMG Euro, droppin' ashes on the butter
Greatest blessings come from times where I ain't use a rubber
[E Mozzy:]
They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (Well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (Se the mood)
If there's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (Know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this level 7 bulletproof (In this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (We get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yicks look identical (Look identical)
The Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed
[Mozzy:]
Call it what you want to
Nigga got rich and left the bity like I'm 'posed to
Writer: Eric Cry, Malthe Pauldan, Simone Di Franco, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
TRAUMATIZED
Walked in the kitchen and seen crack on the stove
They say your future be dependent on what happens at home
I'm like, "What happened to bruh?"
If they gave him forty years, that could happen to us
I remember sellin' bammer sacks in back of the bus
Then convert it to dope
Fast forward, years later, gettin' thirty a show
Streets love me and they yellin', I'm deservin' of mo'
Same time hate intensified the further we go, but I'm built for it
To be a fella from Pebbles, you gotta kill for it
Lot of wounds internally, tryna heal from it
Keep it real with my youngin', this ain't the life, nigga
It's big bruh, I'm just enlightenin' niggas, yeah
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
Yeah, Lord knows I finna caught up in that sport mode
Show you what this Benz do when I spin through
Gang signs, membership since we was yay high
In prison prayin' for the things that money can't buy
It ain't too many like my kind and these niggas know it
Footage from the bodycam will show us how you folded
Had to dig up the Kater, so it's kinda corroded
That yellow tape they block off, it'll get you promoted
I'm bool on the face test, but you know I'm devoted
Ask the other side about me, they know I'm a trophy
Make them boys bap low when we was squirtin' at 'em
I'll send a UPS link when you confirm addy
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
They say your future be dependent on what happens at home
I'm like, "What happened to bruh?"
If they gave him forty years, that could happen to us
I remember sellin' bammer sacks in back of the bus
Then convert it to dope
Fast forward, years later, gettin' thirty a show
Streets love me and they yellin', I'm deservin' of mo'
Same time hate intensified the further we go, but I'm built for it
To be a fella from Pebbles, you gotta kill for it
Lot of wounds internally, tryna heal from it
Keep it real with my youngin', this ain't the life, nigga
It's big bruh, I'm just enlightenin' niggas, yeah
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
Yeah, Lord knows I finna caught up in that sport mode
Show you what this Benz do when I spin through
Gang signs, membership since we was yay high
In prison prayin' for the things that money can't buy
It ain't too many like my kind and these niggas know it
Footage from the bodycam will show us how you folded
Had to dig up the Kater, so it's kinda corroded
That yellow tape they block off, it'll get you promoted
I'm bool on the face test, but you know I'm devoted
Ask the other side about me, they know I'm a trophy
Make them boys bap low when we was squirtin' at 'em
I'll send a UPS link when you confirm addy
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
At court dates watchin' his mama cry
Got attempted and a homicide (The yick was modified)
And all the lawyers see is dollar signs
The time he facin' got him traumatized
Writer: Landen Manuel, Malthe Paludan, Simone Di Franco, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
LOST IN MY THOUGHTS
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped (Haha, you crazy, Jaywavy)
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools (Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Know what you goin' through
Ain't no fear in my heart
Not ashamed of what I been through, I been wearin' my scars
They considered me a crash when I was playin' my part
You ever swim with the sharks in that bloody water, huh?
What you marchin' for? (Yeah)
It keep replayin' in my head, the way they parked lil' bruh
It's hard to overlook it
Whoever claim responsibility, we over cookin'
Pape' is straight, but you know we crooked
Do somethin' to me if you know I'm pussy
That's what I thought, nigga
Bled that bitch for several years, I'm a block nigga
DeRay block nigga
Wish you could see me 4th
I'm one of the reasons why the population's screamin', "4th"
As for the suckers, we have no remorse, yeah (F*ck 'em)
I jumped off of granny porch at like twelve or somethin'
Thought they dead, the streets will never love us, f*ck it
I thought they dead, the streets will never love us
I'm still committed though, ain't nothin' above it
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
Banged him on his appeal, they just buried the clan
Pull up on his young life and tear off a band
Pull up on his mama, got her rent for da month
She been down this road wit' him, I'm just liftin' her up
Niggas behind the wall feel like they slither for nothin'
Niggas behind the wall feel like they did it for nothin'
Like, you ain't paved the way, you the reason we thuggin'
This block was once yours, you the reason we hug it
I was behind bars when they killed my nigga
I know cold, new money, but this still my nigga
See Skeem in a casket, I ain't feel like lookin'
Blowin' cook, hella ashes on my Hellstar hoodie
The hood hella slimy way we hate on each other
I can't lie, it be days that be better than others
Team within a team, HGM my squad
If you screamin', "Free Nick," include Hotboy Sean
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools (Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Know what you goin' through
Ain't no fear in my heart
Not ashamed of what I been through, I been wearin' my scars
They considered me a crash when I was playin' my part
You ever swim with the sharks in that bloody water, huh?
What you marchin' for? (Yeah)
It keep replayin' in my head, the way they parked lil' bruh
It's hard to overlook it
Whoever claim responsibility, we over cookin'
Pape' is straight, but you know we crooked
Do somethin' to me if you know I'm pussy
That's what I thought, nigga
Bled that bitch for several years, I'm a block nigga
DeRay block nigga
Wish you could see me 4th
I'm one of the reasons why the population's screamin', "4th"
As for the suckers, we have no remorse, yeah (F*ck 'em)
I jumped off of granny porch at like twelve or somethin'
Thought they dead, the streets will never love us, f*ck it
I thought they dead, the streets will never love us
I'm still committed though, ain't nothin' above it
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
Banged him on his appeal, they just buried the clan
Pull up on his young life and tear off a band
Pull up on his mama, got her rent for da month
She been down this road wit' him, I'm just liftin' her up
Niggas behind the wall feel like they slither for nothin'
Niggas behind the wall feel like they did it for nothin'
Like, you ain't paved the way, you the reason we thuggin'
This block was once yours, you the reason we hug it
I was behind bars when they killed my nigga
I know cold, new money, but this still my nigga
See Skeem in a casket, I ain't feel like lookin'
Blowin' cook, hella ashes on my Hellstar hoodie
The hood hella slimy way we hate on each other
I can't lie, it be days that be better than others
Team within a team, HGM my squad
If you screamin', "Free Nick," include Hotboy Sean
I be lost in my thoughts, I don't need no validation, all the niggas I popped
All the niggas got caught, wishin' 'em home soon
Still yellin', "Free the gang" over this ProTools
Know what you goin' through
Writer: Jeremiah Dickerson, Julian Canon, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
FREE JUJU
Free Lil Ju that's on the woops I wish they gave him bail
I woulda been grabbed him
If I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
Yuh, Avenues
I ain't goin' back to that cell
Still winning when I add up these L's
To da neck cause I won't rat on myself
It was days I was hurtin'
But my pride wouldn't let me ask you for help
High speedin' do da dash in a dell
That wasn't even our load
Since you know me, name a time when I froze
Real nigga not the one you expose
What's the price on the poles
Ring me up I plan on blessin' the hood
How you blow up and ain't check on the hood
That could neva be me
Blew Interscope check on the hood
Stuffed the opposition dead in a wood
Cause it's foreva smokey
Fun sized AR's shells hella bulky
Remove the high beams and telescopie
Yeah, I'm still in Cali I can't tell they want me
Pursuing erry lead that fell upon me
We proactive wit it
He took his scary ass to Houston when we clapped a nigga
And that's on Jakey go and ask the nigga
Hgm General
They ain't get no money niggas actin' like it's difficult
First time in Slausen blew a 50 ball wit Enphico?
You know I f*ck wit Ben Ballin
The labels been callin' way before I signed wit Gotti
But they ain't get me righteous like he got me
Slidin' wit these sticks mask on game of hockey
Turnin' down the Tris preferrably f*ck wit Wocki
Pour it in a blue cream frosty if you will, aye
He ain't tag his jeweler when he copped it it ain't real
Middle of that Arden Mall go we know the deal
Killas ain't gon' chill unless I tell 'em chill
It's several M's in my account amount to all them L's
The pack landed he confirmed by textin' "All is well"
And lil mama said she lookin' for a real nigga
Shouldn't be that hard to find cause they all in jail
Free Lil Ju that's on the woop I wish they gave him bail
I woulda been grabbed him
Yeah if I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
If I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
I woulda been grabbed him
If I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
Yuh, Avenues
I ain't goin' back to that cell
Still winning when I add up these L's
To da neck cause I won't rat on myself
It was days I was hurtin'
But my pride wouldn't let me ask you for help
High speedin' do da dash in a dell
That wasn't even our load
Since you know me, name a time when I froze
Real nigga not the one you expose
What's the price on the poles
Ring me up I plan on blessin' the hood
How you blow up and ain't check on the hood
That could neva be me
Blew Interscope check on the hood
Stuffed the opposition dead in a wood
Cause it's foreva smokey
Fun sized AR's shells hella bulky
Remove the high beams and telescopie
Yeah, I'm still in Cali I can't tell they want me
Pursuing erry lead that fell upon me
We proactive wit it
He took his scary ass to Houston when we clapped a nigga
And that's on Jakey go and ask the nigga
Hgm General
They ain't get no money niggas actin' like it's difficult
First time in Slausen blew a 50 ball wit Enphico?
You know I f*ck wit Ben Ballin
The labels been callin' way before I signed wit Gotti
But they ain't get me righteous like he got me
Slidin' wit these sticks mask on game of hockey
Turnin' down the Tris preferrably f*ck wit Wocki
Pour it in a blue cream frosty if you will, aye
He ain't tag his jeweler when he copped it it ain't real
Middle of that Arden Mall go we know the deal
Killas ain't gon' chill unless I tell 'em chill
It's several M's in my account amount to all them L's
The pack landed he confirmed by textin' "All is well"
And lil mama said she lookin' for a real nigga
Shouldn't be that hard to find cause they all in jail
Free Lil Ju that's on the woop I wish they gave him bail
I woulda been grabbed him
Yeah if I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
If I'ma bitch like niggas say you shoulda been bagged me
Writer: Adam Gruy, David Grear, Julian Canon, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
ACT A FOOL
[Celly Ru:]
Move, we gon' act a fool
I ain't been asleep in two days off these blues
I'ma put a wig on a pig, see what it do
We ain't pullin' over for no blues, hot pursuit
Move, we gon' act a fool
I ain't been asleep in two days off these blues
I'ma put a wig on a pig, see what it do
We ain't pullin' over for no blues, hot pursuit
Niggas not welcome on this side, it ain't bool
Shooters with me now, I ain't gotta call of Uz', got the Uz'
Really one of them niggas, thought you knew
We gon' get it done and make that nigga mama move
Yellin', "Truce" (Move)
[Mozzy:]
They gon' step behind my name, they been steppin', that ain't change
Either slide or you ain't gang, that's how the gangstas feel about it
We will believe you'll die but we won't believe you'll kill about it
And I don't mean no harm at all, just bein' real about it, ayy
Quote me on that one shit that I told you 'bout he suckas
My location on the fly, niggas pussy, they ain't bomin'
Got the nerve to say I'm runnin', bitch, that ain't addin' up
Premeditated confirmation, they gon' bag you up
Balaclavas, skeezies type of vibes, we maskin' up
Your dead one in that wood, I told that nigga, "Pass the blunt"
Oh, it ain't hittin'? They slide, we doubled back, you know we trippin' (Trippin')
Fox 40 tell you how we flipped 'em double digits
Nigga, ooh
[Celly Ru:]
Move, we gon' act a fool
I ain't been asleep in two days off these blues
I'ma put a wig on a pig, see what it do
We ain't pullin' over for no blues, hot pursuit
Niggas not welcome on this side, it ain't bool
Shooters with me now, I ain't gotta call of Uz', got the Uz'
Really one of them niggas, thought you knew
We gon' get it done and make that nigga mama move
Yellin', "Truce" (Move)
It's so excitin', turnin' down no beef, what I look like?
We gon' take your whip for a spin if it push right
We been sittin' on these niggas crib, shit, it's midnight
Talkin' reckless but this iron get a nigga shit right
Talk a good game but we know he not livin' life
That's a automatic blitz if I send a kite
Left him on the asphalt, that's where he spent the night
I'm 5'7'', but this choppas with me 6'9''
Berry, errry, scary rats, shit'll give the clique time
Popped his ass up, shit, it's like the sixth time
Don't ever make a statement, pussy, sit and be quiet
All I hear is sirens, my young niggas wildin', they ignant
Move, we gon' act a fool
I ain't been asleep in two days off these blues
I'ma put a wig on a pig, see what it do
We ain't pullin' over for no blues, hot pursuit
Niggas not welcome on this side, it ain't bool
Shooters with me now, I ain't gotta call of Uz', got the Uz'
Really one of them niggas, thought you knew
We gon' get it done and make that nigga mama move
Yellin', "Truce" (Move)
[E Mozzy:]
Dawg, I'ma knock 'em off
I ain't been to sleep at all off these Adderalls
Don't call 'em niggas, if I do, then I know who to call
And that nigga gon' stick around and watch the body fall
We gon' squeeze until he lean, I got shooters on my team
They gon' burgundy your tee, they gon' do that over me
We gon' keep it in the streets, bitch, you ain't gotta ask
Niggas gettin' on your ass, really trippin' 'bout the bag
If they swallowed me right now, would anyone trip like Digga?
Exactly what I thought, bitch, you ain't really my nigga
Think I'm murderin' my feelings, I be hurt about my niggas
You ain't heard of in these streets until you burnt a couple niggas
You hear me?
[Celly Ru:]
Move, we gon' act a fool
I ain't been asleep in two days off these blues
I'ma put a wig on a pig, see what it do
We ain't pullin' over for no blues, hot pursuit
Niggas not welcome on this side, it ain't bool
Shooters with me now, I ain't gotta call of Uz', got the Uz'
Really one of them niggas, thought you knew
We gon' get it done and make that nigga mama move
Yellin', "Truce" (Move)
Writer: Eric Cry, Esteban De Anda, Marcel Young, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
I CAN'T GO OUT
[ Featuring Afira ]
Firearm on me, I can't slither without it
Not even in transitional housin'
'Cause they gon' try to knock me down if ever I low
The fact that it's my own, I'm in my feelings about it
The fact that it's my own, I'm in my feelings about it
I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Nigga, I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
I can't go out for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Nigga, I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Ever put your bitty on your back with no problem?
One-bed apartment, it's just me and this chopper
Cut nothin' like us 'cause you boys was adopted
Tryin' too hard, blood, stop it
Presented with no option, I was stuck on that fo'
Love for Annie never changed, she was stuck on that dope
Struggled with my demons, had to take a few L's
But not bein' there for my daughters is what hurt me the most
Think cuttin' off my partners ain't disturbin' my soul
Couple tickets ain't content, though, I'm thirsty for more
Brodie had his mama whip, we did our dirt in her load
I could never turn my back, not on members like that
Put it all on the line when he was squirtin' his pole
Feelin' like the hate intensified the further we go
There's certain niggas that I love, wouldn't go against 'em for nothin'
They put chicken in my pocket (I can't) when they heard I was broke, yeah (I can't go)
I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Nigga, I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Paperwork recently published, you know it's over
No point in tryna tell me what you told 'em
After all these skits that you done did, been a fella since a kid
You was peerin', now you gangsta hit with soda
Subaru with steppers tailgated by the 'Yota
Problem with bein' sober, a problem that's hard to fix
Wear my heart on my sleeve, found pleasure bein' in pain
Homie smokin' the homie, so ain't nobody exempt
Ain't nobody repentin' or lookin' for your forgiveness
Rankin' without a blemish, abided by all the costs
From the gravel I rose, consider it my ambition
Mozzarella Militia consists of no one who froze
In addition to ballin' that's been a part of tradition
But comin' from these conditions, we had it harder than most
Nigga sick as a dog and bothered when I was broke
Nigga sic an alarm instead of inhalin' smoke, you know what I told 'em? Yeah
I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Nigga, I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
I can't go out for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Nigga, I can't go out not for nothin' (I can't), nothin', I can't go out, no (I can't go)
Writer: Afira Usher, Byron Kim, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
IF I DIE RIGHT NOW
It's times I wanna be alone
Granny died on the same couch I use to sleep on
I can hear voices that's sayin', "Keep goin'"
(Keep goin', don't stop now, nigga, just keep goin')
Destined for greatness, I been knowin'
Just happy I get to show it, watch hell of my niggas blow it
Apprehended for a blower that carried multiple bodies
Dropped on his lawyer to show him I really got him
Still lil' Tim if you knew me 'fore I was Mozzy
Shit brazy we really made it
Square footage outrageous for this location, overly spacious
Forgiatos sittin' under the spaceship, pure motivation
Wake up every daily and chase it, I'm heartbroken
I had to ask the streets why you break it
All my niggas gon' keep takin' 'em
Overdosin' ain't that far off it's relatable
Held my head high even when I'm incapable
To see how far we take it gon' continue to hustle
Strength and growth was birthed through continuous struggle
Ayy, look what we endured and we still ain't crumble
Still ain't fumbled I know they waitin' for dat
F*ck a hourly wage ain't got the patience for dat
Mama understand she can't save me I'm black
Father understand he can't save me I'm black
Ain't say nothin' 'bout them skits so my gangsta intact
Too broke to leave, felt like I was chained to the trap
Disappointed, whole time we raisin' a rat
Missin' my nigga ain't tryna talk to the sky
We was just makin' plans to live right before bruh died
"I'm short on time," that's what I tell the homies in the pen
That be mad that I won't answer for weeks
Like you don't remember times when I was broke
And I hit you niggas phone for a put on, you ain't answer for me?
Damn it feel to finally land on my feet
Damn it feel good finally stand on my feet
As a man should
Missin' Granny fried chicken with the canned goods
It be the streets that prepare us for our manhood
Had to squabble up, just makin' sure our hands good
You'll never hold me down the way that Ant would
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I call brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
Granny died on the same couch I use to sleep on
I can hear voices that's sayin', "Keep goin'"
(Keep goin', don't stop now, nigga, just keep goin')
Destined for greatness, I been knowin'
Just happy I get to show it, watch hell of my niggas blow it
Apprehended for a blower that carried multiple bodies
Dropped on his lawyer to show him I really got him
Still lil' Tim if you knew me 'fore I was Mozzy
Shit brazy we really made it
Square footage outrageous for this location, overly spacious
Forgiatos sittin' under the spaceship, pure motivation
Wake up every daily and chase it, I'm heartbroken
I had to ask the streets why you break it
All my niggas gon' keep takin' 'em
Overdosin' ain't that far off it's relatable
Held my head high even when I'm incapable
To see how far we take it gon' continue to hustle
Strength and growth was birthed through continuous struggle
Ayy, look what we endured and we still ain't crumble
Still ain't fumbled I know they waitin' for dat
F*ck a hourly wage ain't got the patience for dat
Mama understand she can't save me I'm black
Father understand he can't save me I'm black
Ain't say nothin' 'bout them skits so my gangsta intact
Too broke to leave, felt like I was chained to the trap
Disappointed, whole time we raisin' a rat
Missin' my nigga ain't tryna talk to the sky
We was just makin' plans to live right before bruh died
"I'm short on time," that's what I tell the homies in the pen
That be mad that I won't answer for weeks
Like you don't remember times when I was broke
And I hit you niggas phone for a put on, you ain't answer for me?
Damn it feel to finally land on my feet
Damn it feel good finally stand on my feet
As a man should
Missin' Granny fried chicken with the canned goods
It be the streets that prepare us for our manhood
Had to squabble up, just makin' sure our hands good
You'll never hold me down the way that Ant would
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I call brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
If I die right now
Is any the niggas I called brothers gon' miss me the way the fans would?
Writer: Kavi Lybarger, Radion Zaripov, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BETTER WITHOUT YOU
[ Featuring NEA ]
[NEA:]
Say you will love me one day
And I will wait, I will wait to get your lovin' one day
Just say you will love me one day
And I will wait, I will wait
And I will wait
[Mozzy:]
Crib under surveillance, f*ck it, we at the loft
Bool on them people at corners, ain't tryna talk
Fifty thou, wow, a hundred, you know what's happenin'
That's the type of pape I be droppin' on cases fought
Black and white, signed statements, these niggas rattin'
Said what he said for immunity, then he walked
Notice everybody I'm losin' is not a loss
Separate the workers from the boss
Back-to-school fits from either Marshalls or Ross
Backin' in the dope fiend rental, was tired of walkin'
Thuggin' 'fore we ever was famous, have you forgotten?
All I know is backends, all I know is deposits
I ain't never told, switched the jersey or froze
Or told 'em I couldn't program, nigga, I feel accomplished
Still went up top in the wally for any nonsense
Far as niggas playin' with the Mozzy, that be uncommin'
Be uncommon shit
All them niggas'll give a nigga a hundred years 'fore they call it a justifiable homicide
We gon' find a way to justify it though
It's y'all day
Niggas swear he confiscated somethin' we loved dearly, nigga
It's only righteous who double back, return the favor
Crazy part about it all, we only look for niggas that look like us
Pape straight
If I wasn't stars down, I would've came Wraith
You can hear the horses gallop when we change lane
Utilize it every time I ball HK
That's on everything
Ayy, I was told to lead the way, that's what I did
We wasn't 'posed to lose DeRay, we was kids
How I burn the bity down, ain't worried 'bout no bridge
Fillin' up the fridge, that's a dream come true
Don't overlook a thug life, we need love too
Got the same startin' line up, I don't need nothin' new
Circle smaller than a dot, no room for expansion
Far as the square footage, we assumed it's a mansion
Heart still damaged, tried to repair it with all these bandages
All my life, I been dealin' with disadvantages
Managed to overcome it despite comin' from nothin'
Tired of seein' you struggle, tired of seein' you suffer
[NEA:]
Say you will love me one day
And I will wait, I will wait to get your lovin' one day
Just say you will love me one day
And I will wait, I will wait
And I will wait
Writer: Daniil Tuzov, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
