CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Kendre Alston

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(This might be the realest sh*t I ever wrote)
Jail or the grave, I'm a man, I can f**kin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain't dumb, I'mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he f**kin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, n***as done f**ked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I'm cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta n***as cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis

Police on my ass say I'm involved in a couple murders
Rick, the f**kin' police, was a savage, hе a f**kin' worker
Plus they took Strapp, God punishin' all us on purpose
But I'mma play my rolе, curtains closed till it's f**kin' over
Reap what you sow, check the sco', karma do to all
Ask about Lil 6, red rum, he watch bodies fall
Ask about lil rapper, he a b*t*h, tellin' on his dawgs
My heart f**kin' gone, by my lonely, back against the wall
Look Cojack in his eyes like I know lil bro gon' ride for me
Just talked to Bibby Osama he said "Sonny" he gon' die for me
Lil K just hit my line sayin' "Don't let them check you off the streets"
No other way around it but Sandreka gotta bury me
TMI, them boys that bout OutWest,them n***as scared of me
TMI, them boys that's OverEast, they might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat, why you tryna put that cell on me?
f**kin' with that voodoo, told my auntie put that spell on me
Yo favorite smacker pu**y, he vagina, see it in his face
Shoutout to [?] he got my diamonds wetter than a lake
We got the same dream, I could never hate on Yungeen Ace
Guess jit don't f**k with me, cool, I still eat a K
Even though we goin' through it, b*t*h, it's still free Lil Soulja K
'Cause his b*t*h ass would cry if he found out I died today
I refuse to let these n***as turn my name into a holiday
March 19th '15 still cryin' bout Lil Kendre Day
Jail or the grave, I'm a man, I can f**kin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain't dumb, I'mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he f**kin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, n***as done f**ked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I'm cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta n***as cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis

And you know karma do to all when you watch them bodies fall
It's too late to leave the streets
They spread rumors "I'm a shooter," got them rats like [?]
War ready when it's beef
War read when it's beef
Yes lord