They asked to stop the beef, shit only God could make that change
Don't diss or say on Five cause we shed blood about that name
Fed babies they don't wrap shit up, niggas died about that game
Lost my dawg, to see the same. I lost my love then gained it back
She trying to up the score on them niggas, turned that block you better start flaming back
Well 12 done turned shit up, he paid with racks
My wrist flooded, shit I paid for that
All these raps and traps is made for that
All these drills shit I just pray my dawg he make it back
I just wanna fuck the one, no strings attached
Breathing for his life, you told my blood. Your momma pray they bring him back
I done gave a bitch my love but I can't blame no one for that
Them 762s bitch like missiles, ain't no need to hit a hat
My opps ain't never going to get back
12 he rock shit, really done popped shit. Bitch I plug shit off the map
We been getting over, fuck you back
Bro ain't no need for that
High speed on them drills and I ain't stopping, I'm going to speed with that
That time is like fourth quarter, shit we need to pack
We done fired shit everyday was on my mind, I tried to slide like Jay I need you back
I know sometimes in the trenches, shit just me and baby
Glizz and jakes, we was chilling on the daily
Umi called, you made me promise, "Son, I can see your future far."
I love bleu cheese, I thumb through racks. They like "G12 your shit go hard!"
Shit I got locked for being violent
Accept the consequences, repercussions of this life shit. We can't do no crying
They killed my brother, Five, who won three bodies on that drill. I raised my hand cause I been trying
And 12 done put his life in this shit
Whoever posted on that block shit that's on fire, they get clipped
Shit we put switches on them Glocks so when they shoot they just (glick)
I just can't wait to snatch and kill his soul. Gon' knocked the breath up out the bitch sometimes I stress about the shit
From time to time, there's certain nights you all I think about
Trying to paint the city red about you, that Five we cracking heads about it
Name a nigga drop one diss about my guys, we drop shit dead about me
All my bitches cause they fucking, giving drops, I'm getting head up out it
Since you left, you scarred the game
Shit baby tapped that glizzy, knock a nigga soul up out him
We taking lives, them drills is adding up
My heart turned cold it's filled with pain, shit all these kills still ain't enough
He on the side ain't trying to slide, don't think this street shit in 'em
Shit we had a hard life in the trenches, we sprint shit, we send 'em
Bro had a fully, he tapped it once or twice, don't think it was many
Niggas shooting them shots, but baby walk shit down about that call, he squeezed the Glock until it's empty