DEAD PEOPLE

You said I'm wrong, how I'm wrong Cause I won't answer your calls I put my life on D&D soon as I exit them walls Ain't talking to my son today So I won't respond to these brawls Niggas go to jail and clicked with opps The definition of fraud Too many killers lost they rank Because they spoke on it Bitches love a dick inside her throat I let her choke on it You should be embarrassed Your brother got left a niggas joke on it With the jail for one of them shootings I used my whistle so I toed on it I missed a look, somebody broke me Had to fall back Came home to wifey I thought the red flag changed all that Pop up unexpected You hurt your feelings That's a drawback You can blame me But it's the reason I ain't call back And I ain't all for how I'm supposed to But the Lord knows best Jail phone, her breezy Died of sharp pain in my chest 2014 rock block Like we the heart of the west Me and Loco started something He ain't the reason I left Baby girl, you left I'm elevating Now I miss you Though you did me wrong Not throwing dirt No, I can't diss you Feelings on my seat This shit get tougher than some gristle Coach me with some caution Hollows tearing through your tissue I see dead people coming out their graves In the night Wiping off from off his suit I think he trying to make it right When I go, just watch me down Just send me off and do it right But I'm here until you need me And I put in up a fight I see dead people in my nightmares When I sleep Bullet wounds all in my body Shit look realer than a dream Blood coming out my mouth My chest keep rising as I breathe Tell my homie that I'm sorry Stop the crying when I leave He was my brother, not blood Cause we the furthest thing from it Not falling out About no bitch You f*ck, just keep it a hundred How I end up all alone I think these drugs Help me function And the op just turned to vegetable This ain't produce junction I got heartaches Not talking heartbreak But this shit is too serious And how you leave your man to die You had your woods So I'm curious I know your man inside his grave He burning up like he furious A headshot from close range If he don't die, he delirious I look my son right in his eyes I'm fresh home from the Bing And replaced with what's a prize Like he ain't witness a thing We turn your block into a shootin' range With bullets on chains I'm from Lodova, get ran over If you ain't close to your flame Too many goofies lost they life Cause they thought shit was a game Disrespect the Lord, bro It's not a bick but a flame Separated from the goofies Cruisin' fast in my lane We started off just robbin' corner stores And niggas got changed I see dead people comin' out their graves in the night Wipin' mud from off his suit I think he tryna make it right When I go just watch me down Just send me off and do it right But I'm here until you need me And I'm puttin' up a fight I see dead people in my nightmares when I sleep Bullet wounds all in my body Shit look realer than a dream Blood comin' out my mouth My chest keep risin' as I breathe Tell my homie that I'm sorry Stop the cryin' when I leave Now they keep talkin' I've changed and you lose your mind Feelin' like I should've spoken before So I don't have to tell you what I want