The Cuz

He stress They checked This nigga lost inna sauce, he feel He next He vexed All his friends died inna fog, it's just Him left On Deck Got no one else to call Get back hit different, when it's yo side His heart now stoned, he don't care if he die Either he mad or teary eyed He feeling like Mitch when sonny got tried Any opp seen, he gone put em Inna sky His purpose in life it left wit his guys Daddy got killed when the nigga was five His Mommy don't love em and his brother in the sky He died Now he like why? He young as shit Already, he numb as shit He cry wit his drum & sticks He can't leave the house without a gun witta switch Cuz f*ck niggas tryna put one in his hip or head Sometime he wish, himself was dead He smoke all day to numb his head Uh Where he from therapy don't work All bro really kno is pop percs He was like Von while his man was Durk Somebody gotta die, to pay off his hurt He put like five in the head the shooter Him and his gun stayed, boo'd up Thought about his man, den the lil nigga threw up Thé cuz Liberian, last name Kruah Streets get lonely by yaself Ain't no homies by his step Sent to death or Sentenced death. He feel like it's nothing left Trapped for a while den Shit went left Opps got the word, the cuz in West Dey pulled up and bullet fled Two to the neck and one to the chest He layed down tryn breath, he wheezin On thé way to hell, he bleedin Cuz ain't even mad he leavin He died on the scene, no grieving Paramedics took his body out the region Call Mommy, Call Fatima Autopsy, cuz in the freezer Dat nigga died a demon Lil Ghetto Boy, Playin in dem ghetto street Lil Ghetto Boy, Playin in dem ghetto street Lil Ghetto Boy, Lil Ghetto Boy Lil Ghetto Boy, Playin in dem ghetto streets Whatchu gone do when u grow up?