More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Released on: 2026-01-16
Lyrics and translation
Original
You let us all down.
Nobody to call now. It's not fair.
-Moneybagg Mon, you making hits. -From time to time, I still break down when
I'm alone. Thinking 'bout my brother Slow and how they get his role.
-How they get it.
-Shit be crazy, like for real, can't -believe you gone. -Shit be crazy.
Shorty died in front of me, had his blood on my clothes.
My little brother ain't get -to make it, that fucked up my soul. -Damn.
Jay, he went hard-headed, but kept him a pole.
-Damn.
-F for my brother Rich, you know if he -rocking, I roll. -I roll.
How dare a nigga try to say I ain't hopping out low.
-Damn. -R. I. P.
Mob, but like you showed me -everything that I know. -Say what?
How to really get on feet and walk up with that pole.
-Walk up.
-And if it jam, unjam it, just pop it and -go. -Pop it and go.
-Damn, I miss my niggas, Quan was a dog. -Was a dog.
Hell, when it clear, I'ma still be posted in the smoke.
-Posted in the smoke.
-Everybody know, if I got it, nigga, I'ma -blow. -I'ma blow.
Home dude Swan, it's the Gs, nothing can be fucked.
-Can't be fucked. -A hood legend, R. I. P. Big 21.
-R. I. P. 21.
-Hardly that you see me with one, I rock -with two guns. -Rock with two guns.
Niggas ain't doing what they saying, tell 'em, "Shoot something.
" -Tell 'em, "Shoot something. " -Pop out, I'ma drive skid tryna scoot up.
-Tryna scoot up.
-This nigga need a perm, just to slide, he -got to boot up. -Boot the fuck up.
-Like not for real, that ain't gangster. -Like not for real.
Catch the ones who did it, that's on we gon' spank 'em.
-Damn.
-Yeah, I don't know what y'all was thinking. Left a nigga there where he standing, his body stanking.
-His body stanking.
-Cleaning up on aisle three, somebody call -the maintenance. -Clean up.
You hear that? Man, I'm tired of all this change shit.
-Tired of all this change shit.
-They done fucked around and pissed a nigga off now. I ain't working for nobody, I'm the boss now.
-I'm the boss now.
-My whole circle pit bulls, welcome to -Dogtown. -Welcome to Dogtown.
Sloppy, why you leave? You let us all down.
-All down. -Nigga, I ain't got nobody to call now.
Clutching blicky with anger, I let it all out.
-Let it all out.
-Peeping phony shit, hoping that we don't fall out. Ayy, free the thugs, can't wait 'til they let my dogs out.
-Free the thugs.
-Ayy, free the thugs, can't wait 'til they let my dogs out.