Five

They asked to stop the beef, shit only God could make that change Don't diss or say on Five cause we shed blood about that name Fed babies they don't wrap shit up, niggas died about that game Lost my dawg, to see the same. I lost my love then gained it back She trying to up the score on them niggas, turned that block you better start flaming back Well 12 done turned shit up, he paid with racks My wrist flooded, shit I paid for that All these raps and traps is made for that All these drills shit I just pray my dawg he make it back I just wanna f*ck the one, no strings attached Breathing for his life, you told my blood. Your momma pray they bring him back I done gave a bitch my love but I can't blame no one for that Them 762s bitch like missiles, ain't no need to hit a hat My opps ain't never going to get back 12 he rock shit, really done popped shit. Bitch I plug shit off the map We been getting over, f*ck you back Bro ain't no need for that High speed on them drills and I ain't stopping, I'm going to speed with that That time is like fourth quarter, shit we need to pack We done fired shit everyday was on my mind, I tried to slide like Jay I need you back I know sometimes in the trenches, shit just me and baby Glizz and jakes, we was chilling on the daily Umi called, you made me promise, "Son, I can see your future far." I love bleu cheese, I thumb through racks. They like "G12 your shit go hard!" Shit I got locked for being violent Accept the consequences, repercussions of this life shit. We can't do no crying They killed my brother, Five, who won three bodies on that drill. I raised my hand cause I been trying And 12 done put his life in this shit Whoever posted on that block shit that's on fire, they get clipped Shit we put switches on them Glocks so when they shoot they just (glick) I just can't wait to snatch and kill his soul. Gon' knocked the breath up out the bitch sometimes I stress about the shit From time to time, there's certain nights you all I think about Trying to paint the city red about you, that Five we cracking heads about it Name a nigga drop one diss about my guys, we drop shit dead about me All my bitches cause they fucking, giving drops, I'm getting head up out it Since you left, you scarred the game Shit baby tapped that glizzy, knock a nigga soul up out him We taking lives, them drills is adding up My heart turned cold it's filled with pain, shit all these kills still ain't enough He on the side ain't trying to slide, don't think this street shit in 'em Shit we had a hard life in the trenches, we sprint shit, we send 'em Bro had a fully, he tapped it once or twice, don't think it was many Niggas shooting them shots, but baby walk shit down about that call, he squeezed the Glock until it's empty