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BLESSING II THE STREETS
by
CML Lavish D
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Aye it's time to talk to y'all n*ggas man You n*ggas think I owe you something? Aight I know a lot of n*ggas fake I cut the head up off of snakes I went broke and got rich, a lot of n*ggas can't relate Tears rolling down my face Shackled up behind them gates When my brother lost his life, we turned up the murder rate Homies beefing over b*tches, that's the sh*t I stay away I can't sleep until I'm platinum, I just hope I stay awake Taking trips out of town, foreign cars, paper plates They ain't want to let me in, so I had to make a way I pray to God every night They just gave my brother life Hit him with the 3 strikes He's still putting up a fight And I'm sliding for my n*gga, if he wrong or he right On parole riding dirty, I'm a felon with a pipe I seen his daughter last night I told her it's gon' be alright And she prolly don't believe me 'cause most of these n*ggas lie The way she look me in my eye Make a n*gga want to cry Until your daddy come back home, your uncle gon' be on your side FBI, working overtime, I'm praying I survive They say my brother killed my brother, that sh*t hurt me deep inside And I miss lil B, he was with me before he died n*ggas say they want me dead, but everyday I be outside On parole with this choppa, I ain't got no time to hide I'm God in the streets, they want to see me crucified They shot Dreda 10 times, you know it's do or die We flipped they hood like a hurricane when lil [?] died Mama lost me to the streets, that's the only time she cried Seeing Jayge in that casket, was the first time I died n*ggas go to jail and change, so I ain't saying free the guys n*ggas should of been the opps the way they playing both sides Run and tell 'em n*ggas that, since you want to be a spy You can get your ass whacked, for acting like you want to die The way you speaking on my name, I know you getting high n*gga white around the mouth, n*gga pockets all dry If it's on then it's on, I ain't asking you why Four and Frank out the window on the passenger side Click click boom, then we trashing the ride Leave 'em at the light, then we passing 'em by Another lost soul, another mama crying Tony Rome say I'm going hard, I told him I ain't trying I just blew through a couple M's, and I ain't even lying Waking up in cold sweat, hearing FBI sirens And he got five kids, they got took by CPS I just took her 10 bands, I just hate to see she stressed She ain't never stole from me, she just want to see me blessed And she break down in tears when she see me in the jets I'd die and go to hell before you see me with my ex She rather see me dead before she see me with a check The homies hating on me rather see me up in debt Or doing life in jail before they see me on the jet It's a cold, cold game I done slept up in the rain I endured so much pain But I'm the only one to blame I was real when I was broke, but now I'm fake, I got some chances We was kids everybody know, I fed the whole gang Same n*gga who had all the b*tches letting us run trains The same n*gga at my mama house teaching y'all the game The same n*gga in the alleyway selling cocaine And still SOE, Starz Over Everythang, n*gga
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