What It Cost Us

Why they lock my nigga up, he ain't do shit And we was raised around the bloods, we hardly knew Crip Nah, I ain't never join the gang, but I knew the lingo Index finger to the thumb, yeah, that's where the B go Papa tried to keep us from it, but he banged too He had PDL, Tatted, he from Lanes too Saying Blood in his vernacular, he's slippin' up Sugar free in the LAC when he picked us up Studio is in the back, I think some bangers in it Cause they khaki creases flat, where the Phillies fit it St. Ives and 211 take it to the neck And keep the Nina on his hip in case of disrespect Holla blood this and blood that, f*ck this and f*ck that Catchin' anybody fade, you know we pushin' love back When you pack em out, brag about it, cause they love that Then Lamar Love died, had me thinkin', f*ck that, Can you imagine what it cost us I see some dreamers turn to corpses Can you imagine what it cost us I see some dreamers in a coffin Trust and attention is real when it get real in the field The drink and the smoke of the pill, I just need somethin' to heal Or it be makin' me numb, I don't be wantin' to feel Heart beatin' like it's a drum, all of my feelings concealed Trust and attention is real when it get real in the field The drink and the smoke of the pill, I just need somethin' to heal Or it be makin' me numb, I don't be wantin' to feel Heart beatin' like it's a drum, all of my feelings concealed Ain't no discounts on trauma, I put that on my mama The preacher tell us about hell, but he gon' skip Nirvana Was like we barely holdin' on, I talk a sorta kinda Ain't no clouds out, cause it's hot out, ain't no silver linings Soon as we take a step up, the system gon' remind us That we ain't nothin' but a nigga, tryin' to keep us blinded I'm talkin' 400 years, they tryin' to push behind us That's why we bust down these diamonds, and drape it in designer Can you imagine what it cost us I see some dreamers turn to corpses Can you imagine what it cost us I see some dreamers in the coffin