Saw the bombs on the news
Niggas couldn't fill my shoes
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
So cool, my bitch got no shoes
From the gutter to the roof
The water from the past is the same water in the present
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Hop off the bus
Where the fuck the chorus
See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
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