A Message (feat. PressPlay)

I swear to God I count my blessings This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section Raise glizzy for my dead homies The only ones really there for me On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies Take a look up in the mirror The struggle really there Hard times got me thinking that I need to disappear These hard grind got me wishing my niggas was still here These niggas blind they can't see it they don't think about their peers Like f*ck the rest wear a vest see more blood then some tears Can't forget about my dead homies what happen all these years That's why they keep on staring at me nigga I'm still here I slide for my niggas and I wish a nigga dare Cup full of lean see all my dead homies in my dreams Get the bag until I can't no more nigga that's what you see Look into my eyes Lord know I wish a nigga try Heard too many lies why they all hide behind disguise Pretend like I'm fine know that shit hurt deep down inside Why these fake and phony niggas be acting like they know me I'm good in my city but won't have more than 10 bands on me It's hot up in these streets nigga gotta keep that fan on me I swear to God I count my blessings This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section Raise glizzy for my dead homies The only ones really there for me On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies Two ways out the game the cage or a grave I'll die over loyalty hope they feel same Had to build my own court they didn't wanna see my ball A wizard at the point more assist than John wall Fighting injuries the aches and pains Scars left me black hearted but that's part of the game My real ones know I'll be there like Mike Jack A front line general always leading the pack Gotta make it home never leave without my weapon Forever thankful always counting my blessings Well respected get love from every section Test me you for sure to learn a lesson If heaven had a phone I would always call Scoring on the blacktop a legend in street ball At the round table with a selected few I match energy ride for me I ride for you It's Taz I swear to God I count my blessings This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section Raise glizzy for my dead homies The only ones really there for me On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies