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Oh oh, oh oh Yeah yeah yeah Oh oh DrumGod I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt Sware to god I never pay for a shooter Free my dog, lord knows I can't lose you [?] you a new you It's a ly, the money made me coo-coo SongtexteHints in the streets like a billboard Street money, niggas will kill for it Baggette AP, I payed a deal for it 500 K, this the big boy I heard you seen an Opp, and you froze up Me, I got the Drako in the Roles' trunk Soon as I send the Tech, know I rolls up Nigga got beef, know I show up I never forget the shit that OG niggas told me Reppin the rap game cause [?] Keepin' it gangsta, niggas know we the culture RIP Sausa, we lost a soldier Pack came on a monday Feds busted on a Tuesday Nobody knew that the pack came But my nigga [?] He switched up once the money came That's the quickest way to lose me They only coming when the beef on I really think he tryna use me I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt Rest in peace to my dead homies, I be singing them sad songs I [?] mad strong I get high till I head home I remember them days we were doing them dead wrongs Boy you best keep your head on [?] it's a red zone I got a few packs, put my mans on I learned how to trap, I was hands on Moved the keys for the first time I'm a young [?] Sware to god this life wanna make you [?] Nigga got the chopper [?] I be slanging bricks and butter And I'm from the streets, so I had to pick the gun up [?] cause I'm always [?] My dogs working hard till the sun up How you change on your mans, you so dirty? [?] hit you with 2 30's Imma be a man, so don't worry I put my trust in these bands, they won't hurt me Only smoking exotic gass, my eyes blery I just poured a 4 with my mans, so I'm slery I just did the didgital dash, so I'm swerving I just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt I'm tripping hard cause my nigga gone And everyday it's getting worse My brother died on a Sunday He should've been in church We gon die in the trap house I was whippin' up the work On the block with them Glocks out We might put them on a shirt Aus Songtexte Mania