Bro got a Glock I got a Glock too we shootin' shit
Extended mag on top the bottom with a coolin' kit
I tried to calm down for a minute before I through that fit
A nine leg parley hope they kill em' all I hope they hit
Talkin' to God but my decisions that I made just as a juvenile
I can't believe we made it they tryna take us down
Got a few sevens in the back ain't talkin' Jaylen Brown
I used to get high off of life but bro I'm faded now
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hating now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look what we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since Brodie passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm takin' risks inside the trap playin' Russian roulette
Ain't never bang a gang but nigga I still f*ck with the set
Was talking rec up on the gram that's how his ass got stretched
I'm Draymond Green I love the hustle fell in love with tecs
Drunk and confused and I got scars lil bruh I been abused
My life's in shambles life's a gamble ain't no take-twos
Robbin' the bank ain't takin' twenties I only take the blues
I'm in between lovin' myself or them its gettin' hard to choose
I'm stickin' by my pole I'm Clyde I say the Glock is Bonnie
Can't wait to bring the whole gang out and get the grills by Johnny
I ain't know him well but it's still love long live bro Uncle Tommy
I wonder why they feel that doin' drugs my only hobby
Maybe it is maybe it ain't bro only time will tell
Bro tell me how I'm on this earth my life a livin' hell
And bro Mort Beazy he told me what it's like to live in cells
My bro he trapping cause he feel that way of livin' sells
Im gone make em understand my pain bro I'm not Wayne
No I'm not Drake more like I'm runnin' train
I'm blowin' smoke right through my lungs and I been fryin' my brain
Ain't have no coat or no umbrella I was standin' in the rain
For years on years my doctor told me I'm not livin' healthy
Bro I keep pushin' give my all until my heart is empty
I hold the Glock a little different shootin' with lefty
This ain't no HBG Henny bro this the real Henry
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hatin' now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since bro he passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm gon' make him understand
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Bro got a Glock I got a Glock too we shootin' shit
Extended mag on top the bottom with a coolin' kit
I tried to calm down for a minute before I through that fit
A nine leg parley hope they kill em' all I hope they hit
Talkin' to God but my decisions that I made just as a juvenile
I can't believe we made it they tryna take us down
Got a few sevens in the back ain't talkin' Jaylen Brown
I used to get high off of life but bro I'm faded now
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hating now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look what we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since Brodie passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm takin' risks inside the trap playin' Russian roulette
Ain't never bang a gang but nigga I still f*ck with the set
Was talking rec up on the gram that's how his ass got stretched
I'm Draymond Green I love the hustle fell in love with tecs
Drunk and confused and I got scars lil bruh I been abused
My life's in shambles life's a gamble ain't no take-twos
Robbin' the bank ain't takin' twenties I only take the blues
I'm in between lovin' myself or them its gettin' hard to choose
I'm stickin' by my pole I'm Clyde I say the Glock is Bonnie
Can't wait to bring the whole gang out and get the grills by Johnny
I ain't know him well but it's still love long live bro Uncle Tommy
I wonder why they feel that doin' drugs my only hobby
Maybe it is maybe it ain't bro only time will tell
Bro tell me how I'm on this earth my life a livin' hell
And bro Mort Beazy he told me what it's like to live in cells
My bro he trapping cause he feel that way of livin' sells
Im gone make em understand my pain bro I'm not Wayne
No I'm not Drake more like I'm runnin' train
I'm blowin' smoke right through my lungs and I been fryin' my brain
Ain't have no coat or no umbrella I was standin' in the rain
For years on years my doctor told me I'm not livin' healthy
Bro I keep pushin' give my all until my heart is empty
I hold the Glock a little different shootin' with lefty
This ain't no HBG Henny bro this the real Henry
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hatin' now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since bro he passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm gon' make him understand
Extended mag on top the bottom with a coolin' kit
I tried to calm down for a minute before I through that fit
A nine leg parley hope they kill em' all I hope they hit
Talkin' to God but my decisions that I made just as a juvenile
I can't believe we made it they tryna take us down
Got a few sevens in the back ain't talkin' Jaylen Brown
I used to get high off of life but bro I'm faded now
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hating now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look what we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since Brodie passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm takin' risks inside the trap playin' Russian roulette
Ain't never bang a gang but nigga I still f*ck with the set
Was talking rec up on the gram that's how his ass got stretched
I'm Draymond Green I love the hustle fell in love with tecs
Drunk and confused and I got scars lil bruh I been abused
My life's in shambles life's a gamble ain't no take-twos
Robbin' the bank ain't takin' twenties I only take the blues
I'm in between lovin' myself or them its gettin' hard to choose
I'm stickin' by my pole I'm Clyde I say the Glock is Bonnie
Can't wait to bring the whole gang out and get the grills by Johnny
I ain't know him well but it's still love long live bro Uncle Tommy
I wonder why they feel that doin' drugs my only hobby
Maybe it is maybe it ain't bro only time will tell
Bro tell me how I'm on this earth my life a livin' hell
And bro Mort Beazy he told me what it's like to live in cells
My bro he trapping cause he feel that way of livin' sells
Im gone make em understand my pain bro I'm not Wayne
No I'm not Drake more like I'm runnin' train
I'm blowin' smoke right through my lungs and I been fryin' my brain
Ain't have no coat or no umbrella I was standin' in the rain
For years on years my doctor told me I'm not livin' healthy
Bro I keep pushin' give my all until my heart is empty
I hold the Glock a little different shootin' with lefty
This ain't no HBG Henny bro this the real Henry
They used to act like they all f*ck with me they hatin' now
Can't wait till I can tell my granny look we made it now
Bro lost his life was way too young bruh swear these streets is wild
Since bro he passed away been hard I'm tryna fake a smile
I'm gon' make him understand
Writer: Henry Ainslie
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