TJ produced itOoh woah, oh-ohI used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and brole the code(TJ got the keys jumpin’)Sometimes I think about my life as a railroadSome Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayyI had a dream about my killer just the night beforeHate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throatI used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and brole the codeGuess I’m just a flower in a garden that will never growHeart been so cold so many times, come meet me at the crossroadFifty-one, fifty, I was taught to [?] and stick to my ownFifty-fifty I split them part and still come back for moreJust let Ricky hit me with backshots, he left me all on my ownStill I’m like ten toes, like fuck it and a hard knock [?]Three, twenty-three or ninety-nine, got notified by the [?]Jumped off the porch, father in prisonOut in the streets, he left four childrenDouble the pain that I’ve been feelingNever understood what that shit really meantI’ma smoke the dope, right there by roof, [?] grew up a dogI want my back down thirty-eight, they made them Crips that claim harderLocked up [?] at an early, that’s where I learned all my knowledgeLetter from my lil’ cousin Benny, sayin’ somebody killed Quarter2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin’Sixteen years old, all on my own, I had to go make it happenSo I put the music to the side, [?] introduced me to trappin’I knew that shit, that wasn’t for me, right back to lights, camera, actionHittin’ on the old school Pontiac, I used to [?]When I ain’t have a place to go, I stayed with Tim on the [?]Now they on my dick, who been there for me? That’s one thing I rememberOh you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a memberI had a dream about my killer just the night beforeHate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throatI used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and brole the codeGuess I’m just a flower in a garden that will never grow
Heart been so cold so many times, come meet me at the crossroadFifty-one, fifty, I was taught to [?] and stick to my ownFifty-fifty I split them part and still come back for moreJust let Ricky hit me with backshots, he left me all on my ownSecond from first, I can’t accept it, out of all them things I can go forListen to OG preach like the reverend, we still ain’t got nothin’ to show forGot tired of seeing, [?] looking to the sky like “Why? Oh Lord”Live by the [?], die by the [?], that’s the question for more boyDidn’t make it out, was always [?], I couldn’t see the [?] from these lessonsCan I chase my dreams deep in the ghetto?My uncle Tommy like “Go for it”And the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessing[?] them boys, knew I was special from that song in my section‘Cause where I’m from, catch a body it’s a sighting, yeahWhole lotta gang [?]Whole lotta bullets flying, yeahWhole lotta people dying, yeahWhole lotta mommas crying, yeah[?] war all about the streetsThem nights, just out there, he knows[?] like one day we gon’ blow itHe tell me he gon’ see alright, through the [?]I took a left, [?] my life, I see a dead roseI had a dream about my killer just the night beforeHate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throatI used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and brole the codeGuess I’m just a flower in a garden that will never growHeart been so cold so many times, come meet me at the crossroadFifty-one, fifty, I was taught to [?] and stick to my ownFifty-fifty I split them part and still come back for moreJust let Ricky hit me with backshots, he left me all on my ownOh, oh whoaI used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and brole the codeOhSometimes I think about my life as a red roseRolling down in MelroseAyy, ayy
