Break me down

My niggaz made it to paradise on a pair of dice taking flight from me where the city turns to hell at night 97 with the begs on metal bike riding the blocks where niggaz was selling hella white I remember seeing fiends laying in park hope dreams before mic dreams I was shooting in the dark shots ring out get low that's what we was taught before sticks was bought me and brother wasn't get caught in that crossfire seen gates with barbwire knowing damn well I wasn't gonna get that high up duck until they cese fire left my ball on the court and took off once I heard the screeching tires these streets on fire He was humble dude fat nigga chipped tooth don't talk much but when he do just know dats it's something rude who would of knew that young nigga turned into Lou watch niggaz make bread and they kept me out the loop fake friend showing the fake love niggaz be wearing make up all daps and the fake hug jealousy what they made of the friends you call best gone put you right through the test niggaz will smile in yo face and talk down through a text hidden agendas wish I would have peep the shit from the beginning gotta watch them niggaz that be grinning when you ain't winning they call you bro but really competition and you so blind to the fact that you go and defend them that's why I vibe and relax linked up wit some real niggaz they down to attach most of you wouldn't jump out the window i know thats it's plane and simple the shit that a nigga been through we all make mistakes loyalty was my fucking issue but imma be straight