Gotta laugh to keep from crying, dawg
My mama locked but she strong
My pops got popped, now he gone
Lil’ bro locked, told him hold on, oh
Ayy
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
Yeah, when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
I lost my pops, that was my spine
Like, why the good ones gotta die?
Right after that I did that time
On my mama, I think God heard me crying
‘Cause I ran up a check
They say be humble but I gotta flex
Driving a foreign like I’m tryna wreck
I lost my nigga so I keep the TEC
You fucked me over, bitch, you gon’ regret it
You can’t get my heart, my heart is in heaven
With my niggas that I lost
Free my brother, I need my dawg
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
Yeah, when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
I just missed my mama call and I can’t call her back (I can’t call her back)
Love hearing lil’ bro voice, I keep my dawg on track (I keep my dawg on track)
Call you when I land, lil’ bro, I’m flyin’ back (I’m flyin’ back)
He been writin’ these letters, niggas ain’t writin’ back (Ain’t writin’ back)
I was locked up with this nigga, had life he said
“Don’t be stupid, young nigga
Keep that thing close, pray you never gotta use it, young nigga
I ain’t never comin’ home, make sure you do it, my nigga
‘Cause I been in here going through it, my nigga”
Cuz got killed showin’ up unannounced so I don’t do pop ups (I don’t do pop ups)
Unc’ got killed smoking his weed so I don’t do ganja (I don’t do ganja)
Nigga run up on me too quick, I’ma lift that Glock up (I’ma lift that Glock up)
‘Cause my head fucked up
Too many niggas dyin’, too many niggas locked up
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil’ bro still locked up and it got me fucked up
Yeah, when they see you without no cheese, they ain’t gon’ count ya
But they gon’ hate and call you fake soon as you count up
They say be humble but I gotta flex
Driving a foreign like I’m tryna wreck
Tell me be humble but I gotta flex
Driving a foreign like I’m tryna wreck
I came from nothing, now I got a check
I came from nothing, now I got a check
‘Member niggas ain’t write me back
‘Member niggas ain’t write me back
Now that they got they hand out
Can’t do shit with that
Gang
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