All my niggas do
Got a thing for ya girl
Might rob, steal, blow a nigga brain for ya girl
Get locked up in the bing for ya girl
Man niggas go insane for ya girl
They don't want us passing the test huh?
Society call us a mess huh
You surprised he waving a tech?
I wonder what you expect from niggas that you neglect, huh?
BMW Tag say Nevada
Water on a white rag and it's Prada
Try to wash away the sins try to wash away the sin
Hyndai couldn't help you get the sin outta, us
Been through worse, couldn't knock the wind outta, us
See us, in the dark tinted Impala they nervous
The way we depicted soon as a nigga born they the hip we the thorn, they took the innocence outta, us
But I love my niggas, but I love, but I love my niggas
They be actin like we, they be actin like we drug dealers, every time they see us we drug dealers I don't understand
Some of us lost but we smart tho
Weighing heavy on my heart tho
It's a feeling I don't really think that y'all know
You report the pain but we mourning like Alonzo
And I can't let go  And I can't let go
And we can't let go, Wonder why we can't let go
And we can't let go, And I can't can't let go
Wonder why we can't let go, Niggas can't let go
Never can't, Wonder why we can't let go
And we can't let go  Yo
Ok Ok I'm ready, What's the question Regis?
Why they feed the kids overseas when the children here need leaders
Especially when they own neighborhood look so defeated?
Just so they can tell the divas, and it look much more prestigious
Don't believe this?
Lil homie down the block do, He know that help ain't coming and he got his Glock cocked too
Leave yo whip unattended I bet you that he got you
It's convertible, you at the light, he might of shot you
This is is his perspective
My soul is always thirsty
Feel like I'm sposed to be stealing how these coppers always search me
Talk bout praying, but I'm feeling like he cursed me
So keep the Lords Mercy, Where's Lamborghini Mercy?
That nigga want Miller, Reggie, Percy
Baller, or a Rapper, or a casket, and hearse we
Can definitely do better I know that and it hurt me
The lil girls fast, more than Jackie Joyner Kersey
What to do?
Grew up around some Brandy wood Chastain niggas
Wasn't no bad neighborhood we played ball and we drank pitchers
Kool aid somebody momma made, our jersey's that can't fit us
While we wait Plot on girls wit bangs, that was the main picture
Alot of those little boys eventually turned gang members
Now I hear bout murder cases involving them same niggas
I see the eyes of childhood friends and I can't picture
None of them just hoppin' out and then aiming to flame niggas
Trying not to remember how I last saw em
I would of expected it how they was looking last autumn
When I was home to visit, Talkin bout my new endeavors
Tryna show my niggas the future but then they past caught em