Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold world, how they left him at that crime scene
I gotta keep mine, can't let 'em take my fuckin' dreams
My brother dies, he ain't live to see sixteen
We got shooters over here, we playin' with them beams
Talkin' like he want the smoke, he don't want that
DJ whipped out, that **** ran a four flat
**** speakin' on me, bet I push his dome back
Lil' bitch just gave the drop to where your house at
Speakin' on Lul Mir, ****, that's your ass
All that talkin' on the net'll get him splashed
BOE, we up now, and **** mad
Glizzy on me, hop out, he gettin' tagged
Shoot-out, me and you, I'll fuck you up
Instagram Live, **** think they tough as fuck
Lil' Don, over him, we'll rip you up
Big bro Mozzy told me finna run it up
All my **** with the shit and we don't give a fuck
BOE, that's the gang, I know you heard of us
How you BOE-K? We never heard of you?
My big brothers Shooter Gang and they'll murder you
[Verse 2]
War goin' on, just another crime scene
Young ****, we raised by the cold streets
Taught to get it out the mud, that's by any means
BOE, Gangland, ****, fuck you mean?
War goin' on, just another crime scene
Young ****, we raised by the cold streets
Taught to get it out the mud, that's by any means
BOE, Gangland, ****, fuck you mean?
Written by: BOE Sosa
