In Little Lacy

Why you do me like you did You call my phone talking bullshyt Lucky me from you i split But it hurts my soul now im in the streets i gata get this burden off my heart Choppas, crips, G's awe Killas, robbers, pill poppas na Naw na On the phone wit my son, i see Em mugg'n niggas finna get shot Down That weed smell funky they got Them pounds, jump out boy's Riding Somebody called the Pound Free blu G, free witty, mike rip He in the ground My heart was stitched as a Yougin momma told me stand fa Something Karma comes back Around Black beanie on his head turn Into a mask he talking slick, we Pull it down Still got that feather from Grannies gown, still see her Smile when my eyelids go down My heart turned black at a young Age, seen niggas my age on the Front page Fox five it was shoot outs where My head laid Back then i thank God it was me he saved Scrolling on IG and I seen a nigga Post her and my son almost Cleared that issue But i realized she want what she Want so let her be had to let her Go she was killing me Man i'm in the hood, and i got Dirty drawls, phone on dnd i Don't answer calls Heart hurting on the inside cover It up with a mug niggas play they Get shot down Nigga claim he a gansta but he a Clown seen em but couldnt act Cause 12 was round So i grinned and i nodded my Head told em i'll see em around Can't wait to put him in the Ground Choppas, crips, G's awe Killas, robbers, pill poppas na Naw na On the phone wit my son, i see Em mugg'n niggas finna get shot Down That weed smell funky they got Them pounds, jump out boy's Riding on the block I conseal the glock Pants saggin with that flag title tock We killing all the opps We leave em dead this 7 4 shyt never stop Pussy ass nigga Riding round mask down hear them scream after that sound Pussy ass nigga Cold blood on my hands its funny when them niggas dance I watched my heart torn piece by Piece that rose i gave you was Genuinely me Ever since you broke my heart i Have no sympathy, i hold that Stick i let it spitt We gon get em hit, Leave em in the ditch, we burn they fit we buried the blick Skirt off in the whip,get paid for the hit, they label me a gangsta roar On my enemies she broke my heart that bitch I hit Got sent to that jail made a knife out of a stick You gotta die, I Can't let them niggas take my soul Slat with a knowledge niggas aint listen Storming the streets, the filled with suspicion Anger in his heart but niggas aint get it Been real from the start, he feel like something missing He call out the G's on lacy street Searching for answers but niggas discreet He started, questioning they loyalty He was ready to spark every nigga he see My head was fucked, on them rainy days Bitch niggas wanna mug, yea he wanna spray Flag hanging from the right yeh The g way Pants hanging with that glock One in the head Niggas try step on my bros they End up dead Beat a nigga bloody nose found Out he was fed G code stay ten toes Pick up the Strap unload, see through the Peep hole They gotta kill me for i fold Choppas, crips, G's awe Killas, robbers, pill poppas na Naw na On the phone wit my son, i see Em mugg'n niggas finna get shot Down That weed smell funky they got Them pounds, jump out boy's Riding on the block I conseal the glock Pants saggin with that flag title toc We killing all the opps We leave em dead this 7 4 shyt never stop