RIP all my brothers I just do it for my gang
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
I got some new bags and they fresh out of state
Don't hit me for no grams only serving Point 8s
I lost a couple brothers I don't want to miss no names
I'm screaming 85 'till my voice box breaks
They never show me love so I always used to hate
But now I really know when the love really fake
Heard that nigga made you squeal
Yeah baby how it feel
When that karma come around like that hook to your face
Cause I could give a f*ck about a bitch who never cared about my mental
Yeah I could of went to jail for serving packs up out the rental
Me and 85 was sipping wine like presidental
He was going through some pain but he kept it confidential
Now I'm screaming 8500 rocking so official
Got it tatted on the arm that I'm a use they ever diss you
They ever diss you
We gon' take it there and send 'em up to God so they can meet you
RIP all my brothers I just do it for my gang
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
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RIP all my brothers I just do it for my gang
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
I got some new bags and they fresh out of state
Don't hit me for no grams only serving Point 8s
I lost a couple brothers I don't want to miss no names
I'm screaming 85 'till my voice box breaks
They never show me love so I always used to hate
But now I really know when the love really fake
Heard that nigga made you squeal
Yeah baby how it feel
When that karma come around like that hook to your face
Cause I could give a f*ck about a bitch who never cared about my mental
Yeah I could of went to jail for serving packs up out the rental
Me and 85 was sipping wine like presidental
He was going through some pain but he kept it confidential
Now I'm screaming 8500 rocking so official
Got it tatted on the arm that I'm a use they ever diss you
They ever diss you
We gon' take it there and send 'em up to God so they can meet you
RIP all my brothers I just do it for my gang
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
I got some new bags and they fresh out of state
Don't hit me for no grams only serving Point 8s
I lost a couple brothers I don't want to miss no names
I'm screaming 85 'till my voice box breaks
They never show me love so I always used to hate
But now I really know when the love really fake
Heard that nigga made you squeal
Yeah baby how it feel
When that karma come around like that hook to your face
Cause I could give a f*ck about a bitch who never cared about my mental
Yeah I could of went to jail for serving packs up out the rental
Me and 85 was sipping wine like presidental
He was going through some pain but he kept it confidential
Now I'm screaming 8500 rocking so official
Got it tatted on the arm that I'm a use they ever diss you
They ever diss you
We gon' take it there and send 'em up to God so they can meet you
RIP all my brothers I just do it for my gang
I do it for my niggas who still going through the pain
I know that one day a young nigga gon' be great
Cause I always gotta do what them niggas say I cant
And if a nigga speaking on my brother he gon' get it
I make 'em eat the curb, fresh Nikes to his fitted
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
And I don't give a f*ck how you feel to be frank
How you from the Holy City you aint never been a saint?
Writer: Darius Griham
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