Groovin

[Verse 1: B-Mac] Aye, let's take it back to them days We was drinking water with sugar, no lemonade Posted on the corner no longer being afraid Me and little cousin have visions of getting paid But he's gone, my momma told him to get a phone And that's for a [?] no need to be walking home And there goes the pride of a boy in a broken home Shot seven times and at times I feel alone Baby brother breathing, he living the rolling stone Sis staying strong she keeping this in control Mommy with a man but she wasn't ready to go When I see her not breathing am screaming telling her no I know she still waiting to see her baby girl blow Cause every time I'm flowing I feel her in my soul And this is dedication for the two Top down while I cruise keep it going, continue to make moves [Hook] I wish I could make the pain go away So I pray let everything be okay Let's just (groove) Let's just Let's just I know we all struggle so we hustle Just remember and trust that God loves you Let's just (groove) Let's just Let's just groove [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] See I could get off some sad shit But I rather give you the real spit See life is thick in the hood so I lost weight Cross state riding through another town with a false plate Sprinkle right over the bladder like phonicate Feel great huh?, die with the bad brakes Hop out feeling fly than a motherfucker Last real nigga alive, yea am the motherfucker I thought I told you am the hottest Guaranteed to shine lift the whole game polished Prolly should turn it up some notches then send it to the doctors Basically am super ill, dizzing of a couple pills I put that pn my mother's only son Hop out spray the crowd am the only one Hoover Crip style still [?] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Look, I started from the project post selling rocks Now a the project Pope White city why we suppose to kill for our colour It's nothing but halo tips and politics So acknowledge it I smoke kush for the funk of it See my girlfriend with the homie Nigga fuck a bitch Why? On a whole another level Look, am on fire like am walking with the devil Am grimey but I got my angels behind me You eyeing me shots to your dome Sleep comedy I know the haters wanna see me in a box Coz am paid never slippin [?] Got yay,see the Jay Rock whipping in the pot Got game you know my nigga balling on the block Like a sinner no it don't stop You can tell all the haters they can catch me on Top. Dawg