Fell Victim (feat. Stunna) Video (MV)

Fell victim to the system my niggas I really miss em
Not to mention all my niggas who thuggin in penitentiary
If money was the issue I promise I'll come get you
That shit tore me apart all them cemetery visits
I'm missing all my niggas who dead and gone aint with me
That shit there left me scarred sometimes I get in my feelings
They say don't question god but why it had to be my nigga
Shit tore a nigga apart why they had to fall victim
They say the good die young where I'm from thats why I keep a gun
Round my way one ride then we all ride
One slide then we all slide
Bout mines aint gone stop slime
Nigga's play it's a homicide yea
And when I look to the sky I see my brother flying high
And I just sit and cry
And I'm like God why
Why you take my nigga
I really miss my nigga
Lock down in the cage
These niggas knowing they aint safe
These niggas feel protected cause my niggas locked away
If money was the case my niggas'll walk to day
Scream f*ck the DA
Fell victim to the system my niggas I really miss em
Not to mention all my niggas who thuggin in penitentiary
If money was the issue I promise I'll come get you
That shit tore me apart all them cemetery visits
I'm missing all my niggas who dead and gone aint with me
That shit there left me scarred sometimes I get in my feelings
They say don't question god but why it had to be my nigga
Shit tore a nigga apart why they had to fall victim
You kind not our kind
Remembering hard times
Late nights on our side
Go slide at dark time
Get violent on our side
No hustling part time
Free my niggas on long rides
If I want it I go and buy it
Still questioning god why
Why did cap have to loose trial
Streets will chew you and spit you out
Them younging be out here wildin'
My loves ones that's in the sky
I promise to make them proud
They looking down on me smiling
Never will question god but sometimes I wonder why
Say it's heaven or hell I know they living in the sky
Gotta keep some 4's with me cause I know they down to ride
Fell victim to the system my niggas I really miss em
Not to mention all my niggas who thuggin in penitentiary
If money was the issue I promise I'll come get you
That shit tore me apart all them cemetery visits
I'm missing all my niggas who dead and gone aint with me
That shit there left me scarred sometimes I get in my feelings
They say don't question god but why it had to be my nigga
Shit tore a nigga apart why they had to fall victim