Bobbejonsun

[Chorus] And this one for my real niggas on the corner Doin what they feel, doin what they wanna Got people getting killed everyday, its on bruh So when life gets too hard roll that marijuana And this one's for my real niggas on the corner Doin what they feel, doin what they wanna Got people getting killed everyday, its on bruh So when life gets too hard roll that marijuana [Verse 1] Now first of all I'm the realest since BIG was shot And I gives a fuck if you would agree or not I've seen the block, not tryna to go back Authentic niggas know that Don’t take no fucking coat check to know these streets’ll eat you in a moment flat, fuck the Kodak Picture me dead in the street, my blood flowing, red on my cheek While my assailants get away just nodding they head to the beat Now picture them dead in a week, retaliation a must Hood niggas kickin' up that dust, temper’s short as that bus you ride on Hold on partner, what make you think we equal though I'm still winning, sinning, have mercy, the sequel though John Stamos, saying gonna make you niggas famous Leave that ass stretched out like the anus on Greg Louganis I got em, this the moral inside em, where we at Lyrics ain't left, but I bring depth to the bottom of the map Got em on my crap, got em on my shit Got em on my tap dancing, poles, these hoes stay on my toes [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now I be living the life of nigga young blind deaf and dumb See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, commit some Forget’n none of the shit that my homies said to me “Man I don’t wanna be here Lo, but the world dead to me I'm shell shocked and the pill’s hot, I've hit the misfortune I jumped off the porch, and I ain't look back, my mind had been poisoned These boys and these girls is cold killers, black and milds, cold millers This may be Vietnam, at 21 you’s a old nigga And I drive my grandma to church every Sunday Prayin' that one day I do that and I be backed up in fullest by Monday Y'all don’t understand, man you never was thuggin' Matter of fact, fuck you, I’m supposed to respect you or something, I swear You rapper niggas all the same, act like you care ‘bout our pain But that’s until you get a name then you turn your back We never see you, I would never wanna be you No way out with your boy, I got to be true [Chorus] x2