This is a song about "Where niggas were"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Niggas forget where they came from and forget the squalid

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Fuck with me i'll kill you where you stand cause losin to these niggas was never in the plans

Forget all good times,where everything's were going well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Your etiquette, man where is it? or were you just doin' it for the hell of it?

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow