Conscience

Dese niggas is not fr If it come down to it who gone slide fr And they say time heal But I got niggas dat died fr They playin both sides of da field Keep da steal ima tweak up da violence Bruno deep under but his mama keep smiling Name on da stone but dats not Wea his body And she say I'm real Plus I'm yo lady it's ok to confide in Issues wit trust I usually keep silent But how ima trust when you don't got variety Soon as we fuss now yo friends kno our problems Shit we discuss I jus keep it in private She we discuss I won't tell nobody I need me sum runts jus to clear up my conscience I need me a red bone, drop da top in da vert She don't got legroom tj and fredo, they jus cop sum syrup but I tryn to let go Watch what you say doe a couple of words can get you a head stone We don't call it stepped on, we don't wipe yo nose, we jus get ya head blown I'm keeping my head strong I got real pain and hurt Some my niggas mind frame done dispersed Its like you done took a turn for da worse I will not judge cus it's neva 4eva I'm from da mud so 4eva is neva Cry to da sky while I'm clutching my metal I pray to god den go dance wit da devil Dick on da dessy it's strapped like a dike Thoughts gettin heavy I vent to da mic I don't got no heart like I don't go no likes I don't got no heart but I'm still livin life Ima zombie honestly, I'm hustling,me and money gotta decent camaraderie Soul stuck to the streets it gotta be Why else would I be thinkin bout robberies Oh yea? It's been a lil minute but don't think I forgot what you said I watched you change on ya nigga for bread I ain't have no bread and you left me for dead Faking a image jus to get cred Bullets broke thru his skin and he bled Dat boy broke in a crib to get fed And He can't get dat shit out his head Momma I kno I'm not perfect I'm sorry Who knew I'd be doin dis shit for De'Mari It's not da same as it was when we started Yea a lot of my niggas departed If you don't love me nomo den f*ck you for show Dese niggas not gangsta they buckin for show Aye tj dis da content you was talkin bout For you any nigga outline his chalk They say Dat boy got sparked I heard he couldn't walk what he talk They say Dat boy put up It's like he don't turned into a cop I don't be dickridin niggas inda city I'll never ask a bitch for no pitty I'll never expect no nigga to spare me If you tote a pole den jus kno how to carry Barely gone talk so watch what you say Put a ring on sum money and shoot out a bouquet money gone sprout like a flower Speakin of flowers dats what I smoke Speakin of smoke what happen to bro Speakin of bro, nobody knows Talkin bout mine is a quick way to go You shoot we shoot it's da same thing Most of my thoughts they contain pain You hurt I hurt same pain but we don't handle it da same way See me I jus gotta get even They say he conniving and evil But he do dis for his people Fresh to death you not my equal When I step out dese hoes get da needle Soul trapped to da streets da sequel Dis really what's on my cerebral Tapping in my brain for da old me Won't trip bout no change dat you owe me Loss in my way and it's solely cus my Soul trapped to streets it showed me dat