Look, I know I’m going straight to hell for all the **** I did
****, I look like losing war to a suburban kid
I had them ****** get on foot and come and murder ****
Put that on your dad, homies, you ain’t murder
They say cuz from valley, well,
Beat die, on Pro Tools
They up, smoked,
cried it, posts,
you if the me?
you I was gunned down these streets?
would sad
might in L.A.
That would be day in
That might the day L.A.
they ****** they never let me get it back
**** y’all boys don’t pass
The BFs Rocks, on ******’ ass
a that to
want me dead get the job
Beefing the homie set,
with rappers city, I’m the one
the ****, he he one
Winning, baby
I haven’t seen
living like
Winning, baby
You’re the
Can you imagine if the ain’t had
you imagine if
That would sad in
might be the L.A.
That would be a sad
That might saddest day
This ***** ***** Spice, but down
don’t strap, run down
dance and grab pants, I’m one now
Scrapyard killer, broad or the sun
on yard, don’t
TC48 was cool, he my son now
And C5 at Blueface, cuz now
Scared church, cuz I ain’t put my gun *****
like
If the ain’t imagine if these
That be sad day L.A.
the saddest day in L.A.
sad in L.A.
That be the in
I know they fall