They Keep Leaving

Lyrics

[Intro] Gang, Gang [Chrous] Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down Glock 30 with a .30 make K sounds Open me a nigga just to show em we dont play round .762 make the whole hood get down Ride past (?) We gon spin round Man down on the scene he got gunned down Catch a body get payed then we skip town He don't trust shit He don't even want his bitch round Everybody turned snake and he seen it And his bitch keep talkin bout leavin Ask "Why?" She Don't really got a reason And I ain't heard his side he been fighting them demons Close friend got killed every night he grieving Sliding on the opps like every other weekend Tryna catch a body Tryna see a nigga bleeding He grew up to be a killa cuz his pops kept leavin [Verse 1] Lost Brothers in the field so I gotta keep my head strong Mama say "stay strapped" Keep my head on And it's still fuck the opps all them niggas need a headstone Niggas speakin on my brother all them niggas get stepped on Caught a nigga lackin walkin home on his cell phone Hop out run down tryna get a nigga head gone You was talking to them foes you a rat and you dead wrong Would say a little mo But this would turn into a fed song Take me back i'll do it again Get up on em little more and put 2 in his wig Bring my brudda nem back and we'll do it again Murk his ass walk up on em start shootin again Overkept close range til I opened his wig Have bro first class imma buy him a benz Lost my cousin to the gun and he left me his kid Little T thats forever got yo back til the end [Interlude] R.I.P all the brothers and long live all the guys My brother's legends in my eyes As I run these streets and clutch this heat I hope you stay on top and watch over me Devil on my back and demons on my feet but I won't fall and let them fuck over me Everyday we creep cuz you deceased we gon put opps to sleep And thats on gang Long live the guys [Chrous] Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down Glock 30 with a .30 make K sounds Open me a nigga just to show em we dont play round .762 make the whole hood get down Ride past (?) We gon spin round Man down on the scene he got gunned down Catch a body get payed then we skip town He don't trust shit He don't even want his bitch round Everybody turned snake and he seen it And his bitch keep talkin bout leavin Ask "Why?" She Don't really got a reason And I ain't heard his side he been fighting them demons Close friend got killed every night he grieving Sliding on the opps like every other weekend Tryna catch a body Tryna see a nigga bleeding He grew up to be a killa cuz his pops kept leavin