We Good Now

I said mama we good now We ain't gotta cry no more Ian gotta hustle or sell drugs no more... I told polo we good now We ain't gone cry no more Or Get locked up We ain't gone fry no more I kno i put u thru hell I wiped ya tears I jus wish it would stop My heart bleeding I put it back in my pocket Certain days I wished my grandma Was around But that's ah whole nother topic Took us thru hell Who woulda knew we was popping (Damn) It's fucked up How you played me my nigga You took my chain That never made me my nigga Blood or not that shit want save u my nigga I love my brudda That shit amazing my nigga From crying nights on the payvment my nigga But any ways I'm still the hardest when it come to this shit Gave you my all how you fumble my shit, give me the ball ima run it like Vick It's fourth Quater all my dogs locked down ima run with the stick Get rich or not ian punt'nem shit Better pray for em Seen better days when it came to my wrist I lost paper then I started losing my bitch I kepted focused But lost my mind in the mix Miami fine but i won't chill in no bricks Ima city nigga we go to war with them sticks It's crunch time we go to shooting youngins loaded with dicks I'm from the beans we go brazy is shit. But y'all don't hear me tho The streets safe but y'all don't hear me tho The streets waiting jus to see me blow (Yea) I hit this chick then I went adios I lost some niggas the went dominos After that shooting I was mad at joe All my dogs turned they back I use to hate it how they did me tho I said mama we good now We ain't gotta cry no more Ian gotta hustle or sell drugs no more... I told polo we good now We ain't gone cry no more Or Get locked up We ain't gone fry no more