Dead And Gone

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Won't tell you I know how you feel cuz I ain't felt that pain yet

He put some pounds up on his head nigga we gon call that a rain checc

How you in the county over a year still ain't touched them weights yet

Shots fired doa and them niggas from the same set

Institutionalized he stucc up in the system

Grew up without your daddy never knew em but you still miss em

You ever go up on a licc and up yo fye and but you ain't hit em

You ever hear a nigga died and you know the shooter and the victim

Wonder why they never see us cuz we really in the streets

Getting off paccs and duccin police

I know the city still talking about how they left for dead on the scene

But ion talk much

And I keep hearing quiet whispers

Like kay9ne n nem snake they Dawgs

But ion listen to non factors when real street shit going on

After everything till sleeping easy after that so called beef

I'm still walking freely

Kill a nigga answer in the streets or in the cell it ain't nothing like the TV

Who gon love me when I'm dead and gone

Cuz these change like the weather

He feel bulletproof with that pistol but the one he kill gon live forever

Cuz most these niggas gon die under the jailhouse

And you was late on last month's rent and now you gotta Bail him out

My nigga in prison almost lost his mind I jus pray he make it out

Said he jus tryna raise his son they still pull up emptying clips at your baby house

Got the drop from his baby mama cuz she always fucc around

Your mama Told you bout that bitch before the kids

Asked you why you stayed around

It's money out here to get so I can't jus lay around

You ten toes on the ground tell em ain't no laying down

We gon call that nigga Nino brown cuz he be telling on his members

Bro 60s crip need commissary so 60 what I sent him

I left the dollars in the whip everything good then I go get em

They sent shots my way still ain't ruffle no feathers

Throw a nigga in the cage and he turn to a gorilla

Put a gun in his hand and he turn to a killer

I see the DA tryna convict my brother with no evidence

I jus stacc and keep staccing they can't take me out my element

Everything I make I gotta make it fast

I got tears up on the 20s I put my feelings in the bag

Everything we earned we hold it close cuz we hustled for what we had

He talking hot shit on the phone to whole city He can't wipe his ass.