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Instead of getting money you post shit on social media They never showed us love, but want us to show them love My cousin died from a over-dosage it really fucked me up I attended all the funerals then I just started doing drugs This bad news just left me lifeless Murder case is what he's fighting Starting to feel like they don't like us Even the judge trying to indict him When I was sitting in my room, was on my phone and started writing I told my homeboy just tell me the truth, but yet he stuck to lying Momma called my phone crying, she has dreams about me dying Told her I aint into violence On the road I kept it silent And the only time I lash out on a nigga is if he violate After that it could get violent, 40 bags yeah get him outta here And yes I brought the members in here, better have your membership 40 take his face off bet you, catch you, wont remember him And that's just what you get when you come 'round without a membership (Without a membership, come 'round without a membership) Ouu, singing this song like, ouu Don't know what to do, cooking up in the stu (In the studio, yeah) Instead of getting money you post shit on social media They never showed us love, but want us to show them love My cousin died from a over-dosage it really fucked me up I attended all the funerals then I just started doing drugs Motion was the goal, we got it now so we be turning up Pop out MCM up on my chain, say they aint hear of us Long live Nahshon hope you hearing me, I aint hearing you Looking to myself 'cause I was mad I wasn't there for you Instead of getting money you post shit on social media They never showed us love, but want us to show them love My cousin died from a over-dosage it really fucked me up I attended all the funerals then I just started doing drugs Instead of getting money you post shit on social media They never showed us love, but want us to show them love My cousin died from a over-dosage it really fucked me up (I attended all the funerals then I just started doing drugs) (Doing drugs, got the funds) (Fucked me up, doing drugs) (Made it out the mud) (Long live Nahshon, yeah, yeah)