I ain’t really got no jewelry
So I pour the lean on ice
I just hope that God don’t
Take no more of my niggas’ life
We drownin’ so deep in the streets
And we waitin’ on the lifeguard hope he save us
Truck driveway full of cars
Like Derrick, we hope the narcs don’t raid us
I feel like you 12
Lil’ Joe gon’ step on ’em we call ’em Rugrats
The hate right in front of me, with scoliosis I wanted love back
The Draco ain’t married, when I see my enemies bullets gon’ rang out
We gon’ treat ’em like slaves, we gon’ spin every day ’til they don’t wanna hang out
Hope I don’t go broke on bodies but I’m not payin’ Dr. Miami
She’ll probably do anything to get a nut I hope that lil’ hoe don’t rob Sandy (squirrel)
Got 9 so the windows tinted
Percocets but I’m standin’ up in it
We gon’ get it, yea as long they printed
Line it up let Lil’ Joe finish
Conversations with God, we all human ain’t talkin’ to the preacher
Don’t be mad Ray Charles, I never get to see my niggas neither
Every dream cost, I’m sittin’ in the cell dreamin’ ’bout the free world
Not waitin’ on trial, ain’t nothing going well I’m tryin’ see Pearl
Yea, hood investigation, God in my city they tryin’ hit me with that, Gang affiliation
Narcs hit the block I ain’t talkin’ Kevin but I’ma jump the gates
My dawgs they hungry they hope the 7 come, 4 in the tre
I took ’em to trial so I really can’t say
I ain’t really got no jewelry
So I pour the lean on ice
I just hope that God don’t
Take no more of my niggas’ life
We drownin’ so deep in the streets
And we waitin’ on the lifeguard hope he save us
Truck driveway full of cars
Like Derrick, we hope the narcs don’t raid us