Till The Suns Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Hmm, hmm (Yo, Smallz) Who take the real risk? [Chorus] Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through How you gon' cross the line? Look how much pain we been through Gamble with my dudes, they knock lil' boy out his shoes A gangster never lie when they tell you cash rules [Verse 1] Too many guns in front of me, what the fuck? Can't choose I don't like too many sirens, I duck the boys in blue Why you all hate that I was risking it? Now a nigga havin' it Amiri pattern, my denim, they asking, "Who be stylin' him?" I never seen the fake come so proud like this How you gon' fuck with the plan? I'm still gon' be rich Died on thеy own, and they still play it on some street shit Might beef, hit, dump and reload 30 and wе re-hit We was grindin', we ain't have much They thought my mama will lose her last son We be out there geekin', go retarded til' the suns up Like why I keep it humble with niggas? They ain't even show love Slide, slide, when it's time, who gon' really show up? Me and my brothers we shot people with that same gun I found that fun but ain't no fun about it 'Cause I had no funds, youngin' ran it up Long live T Romo, you the truth (For real though) Without you, what would I do? We was just ridin' 'round for Skinny How I lost you? This pain more than designer, but it cost new If mom was stressin' on the block, what would you do? I don't wanna hear about niggas with a Glock, that shit old news They never pop, they want me die, still ride through city, they wish I don't pop My bloody know some of these niggas fans, they is not opps Big bloody going crazy on the mission when a opp drop And when lil' blooda left from school, he came to shottas I ain't gone make 'em go against that shit that you done taught us Ain't had a dollar, but I got more racks than my followers [Chorus] Yeah, fuck all that shit we went through How you gon' cross the line? Look how much pain we been through Gamble with my dudes, they knock lil' boy out his shoes A gangster never lie when they tell you cash rules [Verse 2] Hey, brodie, slow down off that jigga, I know you lose your bool I don't blame you, I turn to them drugs too When the money come to family, why it be issues? Bitch, I go retarded, lock jaw, I can't save you I learned the game the hard way Creep up on 'em, shoot first Most of my opps they losers, they not shooters Drugs in the building, I'm way past that Oh, don't you mention that dead man, ain't even wan' smoke that We play offense, but yeah, we shoot back Wish I could buy it a thousand times 'cause I know the truth bad I wasn't sitting on my ass, nah Like, "Duvy, what this shit be coming to?" Mama said, "You taking all these drugs, like what got into you?" I know you 'member I used to be poor, I 'member too Face shot, yeah, they take a nigga soul, foreign member do it Is you down to live this life for me? [Outro] Free all my niggas, long live all my niggas, yeah Southside shit Hm-mmm-hm Mmm-hm Mmm-hm