Till The Suns Up

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm
(Yo Smallz!)
Who take the real risk?

[Chorus]
Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through
How you gon' cross the line?
Look how much pain we been through
Gamble with my dudes, they knock lil' boy out his shoes
A gangster never lie when they tell you cash rules

[Verse 1]
Too many guns in front of me, what the fuck? Can't choose
I don't like too many sirens, I duck the boys in blue
Why you all hate that I was risking it? Now a nigga havin' it
Amiri pattern, my denim, they asking, "Who be stylin' him?"
I never seen the fake come so proud like this
How you gon' fuck with the plan? I'm still gon' be rich
Died on thеy own, and they still play it on some street shit
Might beef, hit, dump and reload 30 and wе re-hit
We was grindin', we ain't have much
They thought my mama will lose her last son
We be out there geekin', go retarded til' the suns up
Like why I keep it humble with niggas? They ain't even show love
Slide, slide, when it's time, who gon' really show up?
Me and my brothers we shot people with that same gun
I found that fun but ain't no fun about it
'Cause I had no funds, youngin' ran it up
Long live T Romo, you the truth (For real though)
Without you, what would I do?
We was just ridin' 'round for Skinny
How I lost you?
This pain more than designer, but it cost new
If mom was stressin' on the block, what would you do?
I don't wanna hear about niggas with a Glock, that shit old news
They never pop, they want me die, still ride through city, they wish I don't pop
My bloody know some of these niggas fans, they is not opps
Big bloody going crazy on the mission when a opp drop
And when lil' blooda left from school, he came to shottas
I ain't gone make 'em go against that shit that you done taught us
Ain't had a dollar, but I got more racks than my followers

[Chorus]
Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through
How you gon' cross the line?
Look how much pain we been through
Gamble with my dudes, they knock lil' boy out his shoes
A gangster never lie when they tell you cash rules

[Verse 2]
Hey, brodie, slow down off that jigga, I know you lose your bool
I don't blame you, I turn to them drugs too
When the money come to family, why it be issues?
Bitch, I go retarded, lock jaw, I can't save you
I learned the game the hard way
Creep up on 'em, shoot first
Most of my opps they losers, they not shooters
Drugs in the building, I'm way past that
Oh, don't you mention that dead man, ain't even wan' smoke that
We play offense, but yeah, we shoot back
Wish I could buy it a thousand times 'cause I know the truth bad
I wasn't sitting on my ass, nah
Like, "Duvy, what this shit be coming to?"
Mama said, "You taking all these drugs, like what got into you?"
I know you 'member I used to be poor, I 'member too
Face shot, yeah, they take a nigga soul, foreign member do it
Is you down to live this life for me?

[Outro]
Free all my niggas, long live all my niggas, yeah
Southside shit
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