Ftg (feat. Polo G)

All these cases got my brodie on a house arrest Probably the reason why he's popping all them percocets Fightin' to stay awake I can't stop fuckin with the adderall Raw work, dishin, hit the guys off with no minotaur The situations I be spittin, this shit not a game Know some mothers that lost their son and never been the same All these medications in my blood so I can't feel the pain District Attorney tryna put these numbers on me I can't feel the rain Thank god I got away with all them unexpected chases They say im gonna make it just stop picking up these cases Thank god I overcame all them trial tribulations They say im gonna make it just stop picking up these cases Named shooters It's different when you're shootin' for survival Daily competition give no passes to my rivals When you go and do a hit you gotta take responsibility I dont care the situation you can't leave no liability Grown up, we at the trap get it the hard way Mama always lurkin, stash the work out in the hallway If you in the hood you gotta keep it on you always Youngins tryna get a name and murk a nigga broad day So I keep a 30 on me, ain't no lackin homie Run up in the house, adjust your action, get to clappin homie Pistol action look like cameras flashin ain't no papparazzi I dont fuck with niggas that aren't gang consider me a nazi Hoppin out of foreigns now, we used to take the red line I could put you on, just hit me back before that deadline Heard them crackers on my ass, they want me doin' fed time Kill them when the whole hood love em it happens everytime It's mandatory, they let go some tears, if I shed mine In this shit for clout, while I make sure you make the headlines Guns blow, bodies get to droppin once that lead flyin Bullets super hot they bound to cook em, leave your mans fried Know this shit is pointless, we keep fallin, who gon' stand up We sufferin' from hard times, & they dont understand us Whole world just watching us crumble, but they ain't sayin' nothin We can't trust the police, niggas dying with they hands up Angels watching over me, the devil on my shoulders They listen to them lectures, it sunk in when I got older The block gon' love you back, man them streets will fuck you over Seen some cold years I swear I lost so many soldiers I done put on for the gang I done put on for the gang I done put on for the gang Spin the block for the gang Shoot a opp for the gang Risk it all for the gang I really lost brothers I ain't gon' see again And they left behind people that really needed them Some of my niggas got elbows, the state ain't freein them It's still beef with them niggas, see 'em! we leavin' 'em