P.O.V

[Intro]
(Azura, this mix brazy)
(I love you Papi)
(Surfer)

[Chorus]
Hop out in them dingers, show a nigga what them killers do
P.O.V, I do not care about your point of view
And it's on me, so I don't know like what there tryna do
They gave Lil Crasha 25 when he was 22 (22)
Big homie in jailhouse said he getting old (He gettin' old)
Spoke to his daughter on the phone said, "Daddy coming home"
All that money for a lawyer, they should have sent you home
Like all that money for a lawyer, they should have sent you home (That's a fact)

[Verse]
You get offended, now you say you hate me
Turn my back against them niggas, I can't let them change me
I was born inside the bricks, you know that Leyton raised me
And if you ask me where I'm from, I tell you 10th side, baby
How you 40 and still trapping, nigga, go retire
This habad got some different vocals, you can hear the choir
I never looked up to no here, it was killers and trappers that I admire
Make money was my desire, fuck bitches with nice attire
Body bad, so I like her, spent my money on some shit that I ain't heard of
I'm in the Urus, hear the zoom when we skrrt off
(I'm in the Urus, hear the zoom when we skrrt off)
Back to back, I'm off the lean, I'm chasing fiends again
Promethazine inside my cup, I'm off the lean again
I told my brother that I got him, I don't need no friends
I told my brother that I got him, I don't need no friends
Last one's left inside the hood, we stay protected, cleaning out my body 'cause this lean it had me stressin'
Fighting with my feelings, had me fallin' to depression
And every time I see your face, I made dua, hope it's expected
And I ain't been to your grave because this pain, I can't express it (Can't express it)
Gully's world until the end, I lost my bredrin
He was more than my brother, we stay close to each other
I 'member when I was tellin' you about my dreams
You told me, "Zino, you gonna make it"
Hearing 'bout your death, wallahi broski
Yeah, it make sense, one minute you're here
The next minute you're gone
You told me focus on the music, yeah, you're liking my songs
I told you when I make it out, bro, you're coming along
Died inside the gritty side of Leytonstone
You died inside the gritty side of Leytonstone and my heart gone cold

[Chorus]
Hop out in them dingers, show a nigga what them killers do
P.O.V, I do not care about your point of view
And it's on me, so I don't know like what there tryna do
They gave Lil Crasha 25 when he was 22 (22)
Big homie in jailhouse said he getting old (He gettin' old)
Spoke to his daughter on the phone said, "Daddy coming home"
All that money for a lawyer, they should have sent you home
Like all that money for a lawyer, they should have sent you home