I'ma keep it real when it come to poppen steel.
What I wanna brag for Brothers be scared when that blood shed from them bullet holes. Running from the law ain't dope, choked up on coke trying to stay woke paranoid for real, seeing enemies in friends, worried if ya family just love you for them endz Bags on bags adrenaline pumping for the re up All for one day in the club screaming, "we up!" Woman on ya wheels legs open like a drive thru Once you behind bars them same hoes a leave you. Returning only when you get close to release Then beg for ya crime wave to once again increase The Money money make you a dummy dummy Society got strings on you and the crack got them fiends on you. Somebody got to keep it real Even them soldiers hate to pop the steal Country got you killing for a cause you don't feel yeah none of that shit is really ideal talk to me! them past spirits talk to me! Can't sleep cause their blood shed haunting homies! then never know if revenge will catch up for their fallen homies Now our kids got the same beef blood shed keep the cycle in our same streets
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