Ay. I don't see no lies, no cap
R.I.P., Carlo
Wish my nigga never died
Free Tim. I just got my niggas kite
I'm thinking of my uncle. He doing life
The last time we talked, he said we'll be alright
Too many shit going on. My brain fried
No capping in my song, no lies
Like onion, I'll make a nigga cry
Big 40, Big 9
I gotta look over my shoulders, when I walk around
I keep straps. I don't say it proud
Don't tell me that you're down, if you ain't really down
I was in the ground
I would have a crowd
Now, they wanna come around
'Cause I'm getting famous
They told me back then
"You say I'll never make it"
That shit funny. I seen your last
And you ain't even say shit, say shit
I don't even care. All my niggas spray shit
And I ain't saying I'm a thug
But every day, I gotta keep a gun
This life. You don't know none
I don't even bang, but I'm good in the slums
I made it out the mud
Hell. Nah. This ain't no luck
You wouldn't know about my pain
For a long-ass time, I was stuck in the rain
R.I.P., Carlo
Wish my nigga never died
Free Tim. I just got my niggas kite
I'm thinking of my uncle. He doing life
The last time we talked, he said we'll be alright
Too many shit going on. My brain fried
No capping in my song, no lies
Like onion, I'll make a nigga cry
Big 40, Big 9
No capping in my song, no lies
No capping in my song, no lies
