GANG
OTB SHIT
Lord knows I seen a lot
That's why I pray for better days
I was stuck up in them trenches
Hoping that I find a way
I got jammed up in the system
Got me fighting on a case
I'm just thankful that I'm here
I'm blessed to see another day
Can't complain how I be living
That's the type of shit we face
I ain't ask to live this way
I seen a lot before my time
I was f*cked up
I was out my mind
I got up on my grind
They say, that they feel my pain
But inside I know that they lying
I'm the baby boy
My momma
Know just how a nigga live
She hoping
That I don't slip up
When I'm posted in the field
I just told ha listen to my music
This shit my career
I'm gone make a way
I promise
Ima put you on them hills
Look
I'm tired of waiting
I'm like f*ck a deal
Like I'm gone make it out
I promise ima make a mill
Ain't got the patience
I'm bout ta open allot of ears
Gotta get some niggas out the way
They gotta disappear
I'm tired of sharing all these tears
The devil in my ear
Ain't gotta get crunk off need weed
Ain't gotta pop no pills
When I be sober I be turnt
I really slang that steel
Niggas be repping off of bodies
They ain't even kill
Taking the stand
Giving out statements
Just to get a deal
Like was it worth
Coulda maned up
& just took them years
Allot fake gangsters
They pretending
They ain't real
I'm so lost up in this world
Feel like I'm stuck up in a maze
I just pray for better days
Ain't trying end up in a grave
I then came from the bottom
Never thought this shit would Happen
I was getting blessed the whole time
Thinking it was magic
Keep them drums up on them stick
They cut up
Like the bayou classic
Had a habit
Riding around lacking
They caught me in a traffic
That's the reason why I tote this Weapon
That taught me a lesson
Got some shit that's on my mind
It makes me angry every day
Stack & Killa went to jail
So I had to step to the plate
No father figure in my life
My brudda stepped up to that plate
I had faith that he was coming home
He never showed his face
Used to see
All my cousins happy
They was smiling down
Dell told me don't trip off it
You know we gone hold you down
My la'son died
Wish he can be right here on my side
Watch his momma cried
I had to push my pride to the side
I went took that ride
If I catch your killer
Pray to god
I look In his eyes
I know that my momma really tired
& Momma (yeah) I'm really sorry
I promise to make you proud
Tired of feeling all this pain
That's why I take the Percocets
Mix it with the sprite and codeine
Trying feel it in my chest
Most of my niggas they died
I wish that I can get'em back
But my niggas in they caskets
I just let'em get they rest
Mouchie took them shots
That shit keep me up in my feelings
I love my nigga Nick
Just make show that you stay on 10
We took them losts
Back 2 back
So now it's time to win
No new niggas
F*ck friends
Bitchees
Think I'm a sucker
I love my mother
We stay fussing
That shit make me suffer
I love my brudda Steve
He know
That I'm one call away
Ain't gotta worry about it
Cause he always stay up, out the way
La'khaza treat'em like a child
Cause I could see me in his face
Dee black that's my niggas
That's my father figure
I know my pops
Real shit
I look just like the nigga
But I can't call him daddy
Cause he been left out the picture
All Facts
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GANG
OTB SHIT
Lord knows I seen a lot
That's why I pray for better days
I was stuck up in them trenches
Hoping that I find a way
I got jammed up in the system
Got me fighting on a case
I'm just thankful that I'm here
I'm blessed to see another day
Can't complain how I be living
That's the type of shit we face
I ain't ask to live this way
I seen a lot before my time
I was f*cked up
I was out my mind
I got up on my grind
They say, that they feel my pain
But inside I know that they lying
I'm the baby boy
My momma
Know just how a nigga live
She hoping
That I don't slip up
When I'm posted in the field
I just told ha listen to my music
This shit my career
I'm gone make a way
I promise
Ima put you on them hills
Look
I'm tired of waiting
I'm like f*ck a deal
Like I'm gone make it out
I promise ima make a mill
Ain't got the patience
I'm bout ta open allot of ears
Gotta get some niggas out the way
They gotta disappear
I'm tired of sharing all these tears
The devil in my ear
Ain't gotta get crunk off need weed
Ain't gotta pop no pills
When I be sober I be turnt
I really slang that steel
Niggas be repping off of bodies
They ain't even kill
Taking the stand
Giving out statements
Just to get a deal
Like was it worth
Coulda maned up
& just took them years
Allot fake gangsters
They pretending
They ain't real
I'm so lost up in this world
Feel like I'm stuck up in a maze
I just pray for better days
Ain't trying end up in a grave
I then came from the bottom
Never thought this shit would Happen
I was getting blessed the whole time
Thinking it was magic
Keep them drums up on them stick
They cut up
Like the bayou classic
Had a habit
Riding around lacking
They caught me in a traffic
That's the reason why I tote this Weapon
That taught me a lesson
Got some shit that's on my mind
It makes me angry every day
Stack & Killa went to jail
So I had to step to the plate
No father figure in my life
My brudda stepped up to that plate
I had faith that he was coming home
He never showed his face
Used to see
All my cousins happy
They was smiling down
Dell told me don't trip off it
You know we gone hold you down
My la'son died
Wish he can be right here on my side
Watch his momma cried
I had to push my pride to the side
I went took that ride
If I catch your killer
Pray to god
I look In his eyes
I know that my momma really tired
& Momma (yeah) I'm really sorry
I promise to make you proud
Tired of feeling all this pain
That's why I take the Percocets
Mix it with the sprite and codeine
Trying feel it in my chest
Most of my niggas they died
I wish that I can get'em back
But my niggas in they caskets
I just let'em get they rest
Mouchie took them shots
That shit keep me up in my feelings
I love my nigga Nick
Just make show that you stay on 10
We took them losts
Back 2 back
So now it's time to win
No new niggas
F*ck friends
Bitchees
Think I'm a sucker
I love my mother
We stay fussing
That shit make me suffer
I love my brudda Steve
He know
That I'm one call away
Ain't gotta worry about it
Cause he always stay up, out the way
La'khaza treat'em like a child
Cause I could see me in his face
Dee black that's my niggas
That's my father figure
I know my pops
Real shit
I look just like the nigga
But I can't call him daddy
Cause he been left out the picture
All Facts
OTB SHIT
Lord knows I seen a lot
That's why I pray for better days
I was stuck up in them trenches
Hoping that I find a way
I got jammed up in the system
Got me fighting on a case
I'm just thankful that I'm here
I'm blessed to see another day
Can't complain how I be living
That's the type of shit we face
I ain't ask to live this way
I seen a lot before my time
I was f*cked up
I was out my mind
I got up on my grind
They say, that they feel my pain
But inside I know that they lying
I'm the baby boy
My momma
Know just how a nigga live
She hoping
That I don't slip up
When I'm posted in the field
I just told ha listen to my music
This shit my career
I'm gone make a way
I promise
Ima put you on them hills
Look
I'm tired of waiting
I'm like f*ck a deal
Like I'm gone make it out
I promise ima make a mill
Ain't got the patience
I'm bout ta open allot of ears
Gotta get some niggas out the way
They gotta disappear
I'm tired of sharing all these tears
The devil in my ear
Ain't gotta get crunk off need weed
Ain't gotta pop no pills
When I be sober I be turnt
I really slang that steel
Niggas be repping off of bodies
They ain't even kill
Taking the stand
Giving out statements
Just to get a deal
Like was it worth
Coulda maned up
& just took them years
Allot fake gangsters
They pretending
They ain't real
I'm so lost up in this world
Feel like I'm stuck up in a maze
I just pray for better days
Ain't trying end up in a grave
I then came from the bottom
Never thought this shit would Happen
I was getting blessed the whole time
Thinking it was magic
Keep them drums up on them stick
They cut up
Like the bayou classic
Had a habit
Riding around lacking
They caught me in a traffic
That's the reason why I tote this Weapon
That taught me a lesson
Got some shit that's on my mind
It makes me angry every day
Stack & Killa went to jail
So I had to step to the plate
No father figure in my life
My brudda stepped up to that plate
I had faith that he was coming home
He never showed his face
Used to see
All my cousins happy
They was smiling down
Dell told me don't trip off it
You know we gone hold you down
My la'son died
Wish he can be right here on my side
Watch his momma cried
I had to push my pride to the side
I went took that ride
If I catch your killer
Pray to god
I look In his eyes
I know that my momma really tired
& Momma (yeah) I'm really sorry
I promise to make you proud
Tired of feeling all this pain
That's why I take the Percocets
Mix it with the sprite and codeine
Trying feel it in my chest
Most of my niggas they died
I wish that I can get'em back
But my niggas in they caskets
I just let'em get they rest
Mouchie took them shots
That shit keep me up in my feelings
I love my nigga Nick
Just make show that you stay on 10
We took them losts
Back 2 back
So now it's time to win
No new niggas
F*ck friends
Bitchees
Think I'm a sucker
I love my mother
We stay fussing
That shit make me suffer
I love my brudda Steve
He know
That I'm one call away
Ain't gotta worry about it
Cause he always stay up, out the way
La'khaza treat'em like a child
Cause I could see me in his face
Dee black that's my niggas
That's my father figure
I know my pops
Real shit
I look just like the nigga
But I can't call him daddy
Cause he been left out the picture
All Facts
Writer: Kenneth Stackhouse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid