Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
As a gangsta as a thug no family no friends
Some niggas call you a drilla
Thats just you living witta cold heart
Trynna make yourself a new start
Niggas trynna fuck witt you
So you gotta make sure what you gotta do
Is for the best things that you do
Close ya eyes and picture me as a drilla
Cold hearted tucked the 40 stay witt em
Pray the lord forgive em
Can you read the printed post on the statement
Cause afterall these niggas said they done made it
Loose it so they cant make it
After all this time I'm sippin on that drank
Witt a open bag of weed
Clear me out mentally
Death at my door took my brother stead ah me
So watch me burn this bitch down till I cant see
Should'a took little me
Said whats the cause of building me up with flaws
To make me just shut it down
Like I ain't worth it at all
Got family that love to crawl
My friends don't like to call
So I got up on my bands told the world I want it all
And you can call me greedy If it brings you pleasure
But Ill be sure when you gone to never love you better
Never write a letter knowing I can send a text
Ill never go without it
Cause niggas love making threats and I love to handle all that
I gotta dream like martin king that I never seen
Watch me turn this shit around and build it till I'm 6 feet
Gotta live that life when you ain't eating right
Told my mama plenty times from the cell
I'm trynna get right don't wanna hurt nobody
That's just the way it gotta go
Getting rich is not an option but I think ill keep my soul
And you'll never see me stopping
Mobbing through the sleet and snow
Anybody press me now with no question
You gotta go to understand you gotta close ya eyes
Close ya eyes and picture me as a drilla
Cold hearted tucked the 40 stay witt em
Pray the lord forgive em
Can you read the printed post on the statement
Cause afterall these niggas said they done made it
Loose it so they can make it
After all this time Im sippin on that drank
Witt a open bag of weed
Clear me out mentally
Death at my door took my brother stead ah me
So watch me burn this bitch down till I cant see
Should'a took little me
Cloudy days coming I'm worried about the fall
Paranoid lil nigga witt flaws but on they belly they crawl
To all the innocent homies that took the fall
Gotta keep one thing in mind that ya chapter ain't closed at all
And what I'm reading nightly shootouts
To gangstas that's taking bodies
To children that's using shotties
4 deep as they hit them robberies
Its sad when you know them bodies
That's taking bodies to leave em in lobbies
Taking off hoping the cops don't stop me
We love em know that's kinfolk
We watch it rise inside calling out to family ties
Witt soldiers that's down to ride until do time
Make sure we grind we never stop
Keep me pushing on that with that grinding metal
Don't stop knowing that these tears drop
You caring I bet you not
So turn me to a nigga worried bout putting my cash in knots
And Ill keep my mind focused regardless on if you not
Dodging bullets getting money
That's something that life about what we bout
Close ya eyes and picture me as a drilla
Cold hearted tucked the 40 stay witt em
Pray the lord forgive em
Can you read the printed post on the statement
Cause afterall these niggas said they done made it
Loose it so they can make it
After all this time Im sippin on that drank
Witt a open bag of weed
Clear me out mentally
Death at my door took my brother stead ah me
So watch me burn this bitch down till I cant see
Writer(s): Christopher Thomas
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