Everybody dying what the f*ck, heavy on my heart god I'm stuck
Nipsey ain't see 35, 33 years when he died
And they took peep at 21, why they took X he could've won
Fredo ain't make 28, Rest In Peace to all the f*ckin greats
This shit got me sick to my stomach, Mac lost his life to f*ckin nothin
Guns and drugs up in the streets, wonder when they gonna get me
God I feel weak to the core, lost too many legends no more
I wanna shed a tear but I can't, too many people see me as the man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Power ain't the money and the money ain't the power
I been down bad since he got gunned down in broward
All this f*ckin news and it got the kid sour, killin our legends why the streets be full of cowards
I ain't in these streets they wanna pop me, but I been moving smart I'm not cocky
Fredo taught me gotta make bread here, keep it for yourself it's no friends here
Jah showed me gotta express, Mac said I gotta impress
Peep said we all a get stressed, nipsey said you gotta stay blessed
Momma told me gotta quit rap, told her love you mama but I can't
People lookin up to me now, cherish me before I'm gunned down
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
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Everybody dying what the f*ck, heavy on my heart god I'm stuck
Nipsey ain't see 35, 33 years when he died
And they took peep at 21, why they took X he could've won
Fredo ain't make 28, Rest In Peace to all the f*ckin greats
This shit got me sick to my stomach, Mac lost his life to f*ckin nothin
Guns and drugs up in the streets, wonder when they gonna get me
God I feel weak to the core, lost too many legends no more
I wanna shed a tear but I can't, too many people see me as the man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Power ain't the money and the money ain't the power
I been down bad since he got gunned down in broward
All this f*ckin news and it got the kid sour, killin our legends why the streets be full of cowards
I ain't in these streets they wanna pop me, but I been moving smart I'm not cocky
Fredo taught me gotta make bread here, keep it for yourself it's no friends here
Jah showed me gotta express, Mac said I gotta impress
Peep said we all a get stressed, nipsey said you gotta stay blessed
Momma told me gotta quit rap, told her love you mama but I can't
People lookin up to me now, cherish me before I'm gunned down
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Nipsey ain't see 35, 33 years when he died
And they took peep at 21, why they took X he could've won
Fredo ain't make 28, Rest In Peace to all the f*ckin greats
This shit got me sick to my stomach, Mac lost his life to f*ckin nothin
Guns and drugs up in the streets, wonder when they gonna get me
God I feel weak to the core, lost too many legends no more
I wanna shed a tear but I can't, too many people see me as the man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Power ain't the money and the money ain't the power
I been down bad since he got gunned down in broward
All this f*ckin news and it got the kid sour, killin our legends why the streets be full of cowards
I ain't in these streets they wanna pop me, but I been moving smart I'm not cocky
Fredo taught me gotta make bread here, keep it for yourself it's no friends here
Jah showed me gotta express, Mac said I gotta impress
Peep said we all a get stressed, nipsey said you gotta stay blessed
Momma told me gotta quit rap, told her love you mama but I can't
People lookin up to me now, cherish me before I'm gunned down
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Writer: Marco Rumeo
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