
My nigga smooth on a track
Damn, is he a man who sells his soul for a bitch who killed his fam?
Now he walk the streets, no marching fleet, nigga go ‘Damn’
Yeh he took all the bullshit but never market his spot
He kept running, kept learning but never hocked a heart
And he got played too many times, life before was a life looked fine
But fine ain’t a feeling like lying ain’t stealing
Yeh I’m feeling for a fag whose life is killing
And shit’s so weird but he ain’t dealing
He lost his chances and now ‘he is so her bitch’
His hood turned against him and they scream ‘ya a dead snitch’
Hop ‘n’ woes, he was an opportunist
Selling crack stacking mills on a room full of hoes
How can he stay so faithful in a room full of dough?
Life can change in a split sec yo, don’t you know?
Let’s grow, my moe
World is grilling, now he got 2 kids and their faces fill him
They don’t know that their daddy’s a thug but that’s a shame that kills him
We are all made of dust and sand, there ain't no start and there ain’t no end
Just when you know some, it’s when you blow some so why pretend?
When the moon shines the clouds turn grey
The time that’s gone an’t gonna tell him to play
Every night and then some keeps his hands up
Some shit left in his head keeps fucking his plans up
The graves don’t talk to u so u stand,
Waiting for the rain to stop so u can raise ur hand
Pass on like the time just to wait for a rhyme
When love can dilute then there an’t a reason to travel time
Time turns slow when the pain is deep
Why my little nigga’s waiting for others to weep
They say time comes for everyone, time is no god
If he still shines on em, his presence would still be a doubt
you know, how can he be so faithful
It’s time to grow
My moe
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