Young nigga I was lost out there soul searching
Losing niggas back to back had my soul hurting
They told me stay up in the booth but it's not working
And now we specialize in leaving niggas mommas hurting
Like was it really worth it? Left that nigga on the pavement it was for a purpose
We was out here buying Glocks we wasn't buying purses
He said f*ck my dead nigga so we did him smirkish
And now it's closed curtains
And we ain't getting back with disses or no deadly verse
Lil bro just came to ride along and now he in a hearse
He was the driver and the shooter that did him the worst
His brother tried to get his get back I respect that
His nigga's lurking where you live at check where your kids at
Caught him slipping late night coming out the rib-shack
Nailed him to the pavement and spit on him this the get back
Look shit will never be the same
It's hard to maintain losing niggas in this game
You gotta slide for your nigga or get back it's the same
Or have a bitch get the addy and go bust a nigga brain
Look shit will never be the same It's hard to maintain losing niggas in this game
You gotta slide for your nigga or get back it's the same
Or have a bitch get the addy and go bust a nigga brain