Tre - 10 AM In Ecorse Lyrics

Don't be speaking on me
I live right, I can't afford to have that reaper on me
I'm Making up for all them times they been sleeping on me
Back stab it's cool but it hit different when he yo homie

I had to starve different
He hit that blunt when it was laced, then he start trippin
I love my bros, my heart hurt cuz we ain't all winning
And we ain't plan on losing Nell, my heart still healing

But this the city where we from
Fon't matter if you innocent you gotta keep a gun
He was posed to take his family out the hood and have fun
Now all his momma got is tears, she can't never hold her son

This side is war
He new, got no idea what he sliding for
Just wanna get down, ain't got no clue what he riding for
Keep them folks from round me, he the type to even rob the Lord
Desperate for a body he done went out there and shot his boy

Now it's crazy how his mind work
Everyday he punch the clock, don't understand how jobs work
He died tryna slide, the other side sent them shots first
The young boys reckless, they'll really hit yo top first

We hit them clubs and we sit back
Them other sections cool, but my spot where it's lit at
Brother facing 12 he got heart so he don't fear that
I told him trust God but he don't really wanna hear that

This the life I really live
They think I'm talking fiction, but this really what it is
This the life I really live
Biggest house on the block, Lord I'm thankful for that crib

Don't be speaking on me
I live right, I can't afford to have that reaper on me
I'm Making up for all them times they been sleeping on me
Back stab it's cool but it hit different when he yo homie