Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
Cautious, when I left the apartment
Knowledge of street, can't get this in Harvard
Mind your own bees, don't get involved if you try survive
These tough times we brought up
Stay on them P's and Q's, don't get caught up
Pray to your G's and Jesus the father
Your soul he keep but if you don't bother
Shottas will chalk out your body when weapons get drawn up
No, I'm not a thug, I seen a lot of shit and I could really use a hug
But masculinity preventing me from a bleak peak
Of weakness
I peeped it's not easy
Shoutout to my boy JV, they called him on the phone, say they found his bro body in an alley
Seen my nigga shed a tear but all I can say is damn, that's how it be
Thinking change will change the motherf*ckers around me
I'm doubting things will ever be different
So, just focus on your crown please
Keep your head above that water, don't just start drowning
Them same shark motherf*ckers just gon' start surrounding around ya
Next sound is them sirens, collecting your profile and RIP
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
You know I been moving, I been moving with the shits (Aye)
Prison Institutions, they recruiting in this bitch (Aye)
New Years Resolution, keep my crew up out the pit
Keep my crew up out the grave, keep my crew off the news or even that front page
By giving roles and goals to obtain rose gold and gold rows, more whips, less chains
Lord knows, I been praying for my bros, preying on the foes
Slaying all the hoes while ten on the pavement is my f*cking toes
Want to make a toast, that we never got to tote some toast
To see our moms again in unbloodied clothes or as a Holy Ghost
Remember on my way home, niggas tried to make me one of those
But God wasn't ready but who knows
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
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Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
Cautious, when I left the apartment
Knowledge of street, can't get this in Harvard
Mind your own bees, don't get involved if you try survive
These tough times we brought up
Stay on them P's and Q's, don't get caught up
Pray to your G's and Jesus the father
Your soul he keep but if you don't bother
Shottas will chalk out your body when weapons get drawn up
No, I'm not a thug, I seen a lot of shit and I could really use a hug
But masculinity preventing me from a bleak peak
Of weakness
I peeped it's not easy
Shoutout to my boy JV, they called him on the phone, say they found his bro body in an alley
Seen my nigga shed a tear but all I can say is damn, that's how it be
Thinking change will change the motherf*ckers around me
I'm doubting things will ever be different
So, just focus on your crown please
Keep your head above that water, don't just start drowning
Them same shark motherf*ckers just gon' start surrounding around ya
Next sound is them sirens, collecting your profile and RIP
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
You know I been moving, I been moving with the shits (Aye)
Prison Institutions, they recruiting in this bitch (Aye)
New Years Resolution, keep my crew up out the pit
Keep my crew up out the grave, keep my crew off the news or even that front page
By giving roles and goals to obtain rose gold and gold rows, more whips, less chains
Lord knows, I been praying for my bros, preying on the foes
Slaying all the hoes while ten on the pavement is my f*cking toes
Want to make a toast, that we never got to tote some toast
To see our moms again in unbloodied clothes or as a Holy Ghost
Remember on my way home, niggas tried to make me one of those
But God wasn't ready but who knows
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
Cautious, when I left the apartment
Knowledge of street, can't get this in Harvard
Mind your own bees, don't get involved if you try survive
These tough times we brought up
Stay on them P's and Q's, don't get caught up
Pray to your G's and Jesus the father
Your soul he keep but if you don't bother
Shottas will chalk out your body when weapons get drawn up
No, I'm not a thug, I seen a lot of shit and I could really use a hug
But masculinity preventing me from a bleak peak
Of weakness
I peeped it's not easy
Shoutout to my boy JV, they called him on the phone, say they found his bro body in an alley
Seen my nigga shed a tear but all I can say is damn, that's how it be
Thinking change will change the motherf*ckers around me
I'm doubting things will ever be different
So, just focus on your crown please
Keep your head above that water, don't just start drowning
Them same shark motherf*ckers just gon' start surrounding around ya
Next sound is them sirens, collecting your profile and RIP
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Seen the body go cold in the casket, face on T-Shirts to match the outfit
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner bringing drama
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
You know I been moving, I been moving with the shits (Aye)
Prison Institutions, they recruiting in this bitch (Aye)
New Years Resolution, keep my crew up out the pit
Keep my crew up out the grave, keep my crew off the news or even that front page
By giving roles and goals to obtain rose gold and gold rows, more whips, less chains
Lord knows, I been praying for my bros, preying on the foes
Slaying all the hoes while ten on the pavement is my f*cking toes
Want to make a toast, that we never got to tote some toast
To see our moms again in unbloodied clothes or as a Holy Ghost
Remember on my way home, niggas tried to make me one of those
But God wasn't ready but who knows
Whoa, mama
Said them niggas round the corner
Writer: Brandon Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid