Blitz

Its fucked up now I miss the way that shit used to be

I’m tryna open different doors I just ain’t got the key

It’s different floors for different bulls and I started on "G"

I watched them ride while it was full then depart when it "E"

All my niggas love to shoot we leave the boxing to fi

Since trouble love finding me I bought two locks with the "G"

Everyday these bodies be dropping this the shit that we see

In my city we pick up pistols before we get a degree

I wish I could call my dawg but I know he can’t get the phone

My baby momma said she hate me she feel that I did her wrong

My mom just told me get the fuck out how you banking on a song

When I was broke I bagged a ounce and sold one daily on the dome

Deal with problems on my own can’t cry about it cause I’m grown

The cops ain’t show up for a hour was too late my nigga gone

Put my pain into my songs so all my verses hitting home

If they say we a opp the reaper write his name inside the stone

Tryna get rich for the team can’t be forever serving Feins

We thirty deep inside the trap we militant like the marine

My dawg was dead right on the scene my niggas abusing the lean

And I ain’t have no weight I grabbed a ounce flipped it made a bean

Never played inside no movie but I’m flipping the script

Niggas cool just being ballers but I’m chasing the chip

The real niggas die young this off white blue for nip

This off brand extended clip keep on jamming the blick

On a daily we see shit that leave civilians traumatized

Bro deal with PTSD and he can’t sleep but he gone slide

I don’t mourn right I’m feeling all this pain but never cried

Sunday I seen bro by Tuesday got the call that he had died

Broke my heart losing niggas that was wit me from the start

Shit get hard I ain’t never bitch or fold I played my part

Sip wokhardt roll the gas and put my problems in the dark

My mom keep tearing up this shit really be tearing me apart

Dodging killings I cannot really explain the shit I’m feeling

Pray for millions know he bout to lose this case let’s talk appealing

Twenty-three and one he spent most of it staring at the ceiling

Got felonies can’t get a job so he won’t eat without drug dealing

This shit pain no new edition tell me can you stand the rain

I got the game ran wit it passed them niggas in my lane

My stomach touching on my back ain’t have a dollar to my name

Glock 21 a double stack a knock a moose right out the frame

They ain’t hearing me allah the only one that’s putting fear in me

It’s clear to see these niggas really not who they appear to be

Two double G’s Can’t remember shit before I went to sleep

Bro got the p’s knew that shit wya dirty cause it was super cheap

Might play the block I ain’t got no work but ski gone off his stock

O just got out but he gotta go right back cause he done served a cop

This shit don’t stop keep moving around so they don’t keep the drop

Law blitz the block check for straps on tires flashlights on the lot