bfrmdao - 11 Lyrics

I told my momma, I'm sorry for how I be livin' Basketball games to the blocks, we was spinnin
We was spinnin' through blocks, four-D with no tents
That was before they put all the Bros in the system
When I'm flockin' my gun, I just know that it listen

I got brothers inside of that jail and I'm miss em
I could give you my shoes, but I know you can't wear them
What I know is there's somethin' that won't let you fit em
I ain't no regular degular nigga, so mama, I'm sorry, I can't get a job
Found out school wasn't doing it mama, so I had to go pick a gun and go ride
And my brotha got stabbed I was only 11, I just held on the bible and I prayed to god
And they keep tryna say, Like I'm just like my brother I ain nothing like and nothing like yall
And she know ima gangsta I stay with my heat, so you don't gotta worry just pray for me mama

Mama I was young, shootin' guns with the older bros
And I was playin' with the sharks with the whites when I was a piranha
And they say I'm the youngest, in charge, cause why
Cause I just be speakin' my pain to my drama And it's through every day, puttin' pain in

My music I just hit a P and I yell out, we call
My feelings, I'm thinkin' bout Nay I just wanna go through somethin' bad, I forget
I'm an artist, I already know she the line
Once I f*ckin' her head from the back when she pull off her garments

And the police, they want me in jail, keep tryin' to harass me
But I'm not your regular target I remember shi dawned on Lil' Jojo
Sdot go. and Jay5ive, shi got us us the farthest
I remember days, we was just young We was just broke, we was just dumb

We was just clueless, we was just stupid We used to steal from the store and then run
And it wasn't much, but it did the job And I swear to God, that it got it done
And we was just fightin, it was no shootin And I was just hopin' that I don't get jumped
Grew up fast, why

Cause them niggas better know that they not gon' play with me
And I keep this gun on my side I'm darein' the older world have a thing to
Say to me And then I got hoes from the Toms
And none of you niggas have walked up in the rain with me

Like I ain't have none of my guys
Took me for my kid and she watched and put the chains on me
Every murder, they stay blamin' 5ive I be callin' my lawyer, they tryna put the
Blame on me And if it's through, I would stay up to five

I make tracks every day, I'm just hopin' labels take the heat
I don't feel not a thing when I slide I be purgin' on blocks cause I'm knowin
I got Nay with me I be actin, I'm good inside
I be wishin' somebody just come and take the pain from me

I told my mom, I'm sorry for how I be livin' Basketball games turn to blocks, I was spinnin
We was spinnin' through blocks, four-D with no tints
That was before they put all the pros in the system
When I'm flockin' my gun, I just know that it listen

I got brothers inside of that jail and I'm miss em
I could give you my shoes, but I know you can't wear them
What I know is there's somethin' that won't let you fit em
I ain't no regular degular nigga, so mama, I'm sorry, I can't get a job

Five dollars for school, wasn't doin' it, mama So I had to go and get a gun and go rob
When my brother got slapped, I was only eleven I just held in a Bible and I prayed to God
And they keep tryna say that I'm just like my brother
Ain't nothin' like him, I ain't nothin' like y'all

I ain't nothin' like him, I ain't nothin' like y'all