Long Live My'son

Thinking bout Myson don't feel right to say R I P You was just finna start like me Had heart like me was it cause you grew up hard like me We shared clothes now your heart stop beatin Wore coogie kids used to rib all my things till one Christmas you grew up your mom bought KDs I can't think about your mom she lost her only son She ain't hurt nobody but she mourning young Jail start to feel like a hotel no mail no money can't nobody post bail Get indicted nobody gone tell till they put em in cell but everybody so real All love when you riding in a striker hearing that yo shit fire when you drop its no sales Just music that nobody gon feel no hope of blowing up so you might as well sale Hell I ain't used to feeling love just street shit Life hurts so I'm always playing defense I can get used to money every week shit I was locked up I was buying pink shit I ain't used to feeling love just street shit Life hurts so I'm always playing defense I ain't used to stacking ten on the highway Checks every Friday waiting till my life change You be up say you got me anytime wait Till I actually need it that's the moment that your mind change Why I never ask for shit I just find ways to find rain in the drought just to hydrate Get a bag they say money is the mindstate But call you pussy if you ain't gon raise the crime rate I got used to the stories they be selling rapping like they ass a felon But ain't never did no jailing To be honest I prefer it cause it's helping Still bringing in money if it's our life that they telling Got used to having nothing just weapons I was homeless wasn't helpless age 4 we was in shelters When I got out ain't have shit bro helped me Keep going what they tell me on my deads I aint failing I ain't used to feeling love just street shit Life hurts so I'm always playing defense I can get used to money every week shit I was locked up I was selling pink shit