Lyrics

My older bro' was in and out of the crib hittin' shots out on the strip
When KZ had the line droppin' he would give me bread as a kid
Hooyo would find that same bread in my pocket
I'd lie and see it weren't him
Knowing damn well that she knew it was
Will you let me talk my shi'?
Stop the cap, be honest
You rap, but do you profit?
The youngers look for beef, not bread not questioning their logic
I fear a nine touch one of mine's i'll get you gone i promise
Puttin' my whole in music this that shi' that makes me money
If i went broke and lost it all? what would they do for me
You put me on and now that your gone
I swear i feel it every-
Dropped out in secondary
I never had a penny
We took that risk now in my hood they call me legendary
Do it like Cench, put on my bros and buy my mama a crib
I'm busy getting paid there's no excuses to the life we live
When F died the hood died
Long live the neighbor hood king
Sometimes feel like crashing out, go spin and make that Glock sing
You know your bad but your insecure
I'm tryna' let you kno
What's up, girl just let me kno'
If i can kick it at your spot
Cause' i've been going thru' a lot
I need that loving, touchin'
Cause' i can't let you go
If i went broke and lost it all? what would they do for me
You put me on and now that your gone
I swear i feel it every-
Dropped out in secondary
I never had a penny
We took that risk now in my hood they call me legendary
Written by: Akram Mohamed
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