Choppaworld 2

[verse 1]
Remember days riding out on bike peddling
Now shotting light and the dark in pebbles
And i can't believe my bro jay died we had to bury him
Now im out on the opp block Tryna wet prick
Swear its got my head fucked up differently
If i hear that theres opps round there ill ring a g
And the paigons know where my niggas be
We out on the block comfy and we billing weed
I ain't been roads and dealt in a sec
But ive still got love for my dargs from the ends
Fresh home bro he was locked up in pen
Right now shits fucked up in ends
Shout my nigga t he gets busy with the pebs
Spent nuff nights with bro riding in peds
Shit went downhill all because of the fed
Obbo on the block tryna lock up all my friends
And dis is how be down my sides
Put a whole load of work onto my line
Late night time tryna get my grind right
Hustle on your own fuck doing it with five guys
Got a call saying stacie wants five light
Ive got food in my mouth no five guys
Peng grub you can have it for the right price
Fuck all the opps they dont wanna come my side
Rest in paradise jay thats my guy
I wanna link him again and get sky high
The opps gon feel and i put down my life
Always got my thingy incase they try ride
Tryna make the best out of shit situations
Feds boot the trap had me sitting in the station
Drug charges had me feeling all crazy
Gotta dough my dawg you can't blame me

[verse 2]
Sitting on my arse being broke i couldn't do it
Choppa died young i can't get my head through it
Pain dont heal but i gotta get through it
Forever in my heart my bro jay ??
Bare man are fake i can see straight through them
Man are little rats coming like there names stuart
Old school days i was tryna play the truant
And now im riding out on my ?? Tryna do them