my homie died, my brother died
sorry if when i say that to you it feels preachy.
sorry if you're too rich and peachy to be bumping shit that's beastly
made by beasty niggas, u can bump beasty boys just stay real boy
ya'll not with me. y'all are not with us. we don't even wanna be us.
why you think we kill our own with coke dope crack guns and burn down our homes
l.a. riot but this nigga kanye, jay-z, and Drake a riot
no more parties in l.a.
i don't buy it.
sorry if it seems preachy
dude sat next to me he's still missing
sorry if you thought i wouldn't still feel it
sorry if your mom took pills with it
alcohol to chill with it
and your dad always took calls so you still feel it
and you rush off and can't chill with him.
and if your mom beat you
and if your dad beat you
i see you.
and if you joined a hood after that
homey. blood. cousin. preach, dude.
like crack cocaine and cats insane won't reach you.
i understand if you felt pain and now you can pass it on from me to you.
yeah you see that dog? i just creeped on you.
i say, you see that dog? i see it too. i'm feeling you.
bronx zoo, running scams selling bomb too
tryna fool the fam, or scam an ambulance for some drugs, dude
tell 'em they fucked up the order you forgot the receipt and you're borderline about to fucking geek
$50 says the cash register lady freaks. if they don't then dog whatever just leave.
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