Till The Suns Up

[Intro]
Ouu..ouuu
(Yo Smallz!)
Who take the real risk?

[Chorus]
Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through
How you gon cross the line?
Look how much pain we been through
Gamble with my dues, they knock lil boy out his shoes
A gangster never lie when they tell you "Cash rules"

[Verse 1]
Too many guns in front of me, what the fuck? Can't choose
I don't like too many sirens, I duck the boys in blue
Why you all heard that I was risking it, nah a nigga havin' it
Amiri pattern, my denim, they asking "who be stylin' him?"
I never seen the fake come so proud like this
How you gon fuck with the plan? I'm still gon' be rich
Got it on they own and thеy still play it on some street shit
My beef, dump and reload 30 and we rеpeat
We was grinding, we ain't have much
They thought my mom will lose her last son
We be out there geekin', go retarded till the suns up
That's why I keep it humble with nigga, they ain't even show love
Slide, slide, when it's time who gon really show up?
Me and my brothers we shot people with that same gun
I found that fun but ain't no fun about it
'Cause I had no funds, youngin ran it up
Long live T Romo, you the truth (For real though)
Without you, what would I do?
We was just riding round for skinny
How I lost you?
This pain more than designer, but it cost new
If mom was stressin' on the block, what would you do?
I don't wanna hear about niggas with a Glock, that shit old news
They never pop, they want me die, still ride through city, they wish I don't pop
My bloody know some of these fans is not opps
Big Bloody going crazy on the mission, when a opp drop
And when lil' blooda left from school, he came to shotta
I ain't gone make 'em go against that shit that you done taught us
Ain't had a dollar but I have more racks than my followers

[Chorus]
Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through
How you gon cross the line?
Look how much pain we been through
Gamble with my dues, they knock lil boy out his shoes
A gangster never lie when they tell you "Cash rules"

[Verse 2]
Hey brodie slow down off that jigga, I know you lose your bool
I don't blame you, I turn to them drugs too
When the money come, the family (?) any issues
Bitch I go retarded, lock jaw, I can't save you
I learned the game the hard way
Creep up on em, shoot first
Most of my opps they losers they not shooters
Drugs in the building, I'm way past that
Oh don't you mention that dead man in here, you don't want smoke that
We play often but yeah we shoot back
Wish I could buy it a thousand times 'cause I know the truth bad
I wasn't sitting on my ass nah
Like "Duvy what this shit be coming to?
Mommas say you taking all these drugs, like what got into you?"
I know you remember I used to be poor, I remember too
Face shot, yeah they take a nigga soul, I have a member do it
Is you down to live this life for me?

[Outro]
Free all my niggas, long live all my niggas, yeah
Southside shit