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Description
Associated Performer: Polo G & King Von
Associated Performer: Polo G
Associated Performer: King Von
Composer, Lyricist: Taurus Bartlett
Producer: Ayo1204
Producer: JTK
Producer: CJ
Producer: Jayme
Producer: Haze
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer: Todd Hurtt
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
All black, on a mission at night, we slide
Them niggas bitches, why would we hide?
We like the Bulls in '95
Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs
If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried
One day, I might be fine
Gotta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street shit get exhaustin'
Prolly the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried
Bad news, it was often
Been through some shit now, say I'm good, then I might be lyin'
When our mamas was raisin' us
They ain't think we would grow up tryna be no damn killers
Bad-ass lil' boy, ain't never listen
Them beatings just made his head bigger
Where I'm from, it's kill or be killed
When you drop outta school, still keep your lead with ya
It's my fault when we lose, that's just the price of bein' a breadwinner
I could talk on my shit when I mention the opps, but I no longer speak on dead niggas
Four members and four pistols in this car, we gon' hop out and squeeze on e'ry trigger
She a freak when I be in the bed with her, now I understand why he so damn tender
I can't fuck with a nigga that always act like a bitch, he must be a transgender
If you really clap shit, we applaud that
Top of his head, we don't aim where the arm at
Get out the field if you ain't ready for contact
Finish him, get over here, Mortal Kombat
Why the opps keep droppin' this weak-ass disses?
Guess they expect me to respond back
Everything be harder for us in the trenches
Against us, all the odds stack
Put the gun down (stop it)
You'll get gunned down (boom)
Need a blunt to calm down
Pop me a pill, finna have me some fun now (huh?)
Mama told me I need to slow the fuck down (slow down)
Next week, I was on the run now (damn, damn)
12 pulled up, ran right in her house (skrrt)
Step-pop said, "Boy, just get out" (get out)
I was outside, I ain't never sit down (nah)
You the type gotta pay to get down
Only had beef with like one to two clowns
Shit changed, now I got a list now
Check the list out, check the shit out (oh)
He in love, I'll check this bitch out
Killers fuck with killers, I get discounts
Killed a nigga, then I flew his bitch out
Boy, I don't know you (boy, I don't know you)
On the block, it was hot outside
Me, BJ and Duke (me, BJ and Duke)
So you know we got the Glocks outside
Tell him pull up and shoot, uh
Better pull up with a few, uh
Or get stuck like glue, uh
O'Block be the zoo, shoot, look (uh)
Yeah, I miss my nigga, weren't right when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
All black, on a mission at night, we slide
Them niggas bitches, why would we hide?
We like the Bulls in '95
Hate how I'm feelin', I'm chasin' highs
If I ain't off liquor, I might be fried
One day, I might be fine
Gotta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street shit get exhaustin'
Prolly the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he couldn't fight, but he tried
Bad news, it was often
Been through some shit now, say I'm good, then I might be lyin'