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(Ayy, who that?) (John Gottit) Yeah, yeah, yeah It was 'posed to be us versus whoever We can be whatever if we stick together (be whatever if we stick together) You the first that ever said I was special (first that ever said I was special) Always say, "Stay dangerous, not careful" (not careful) Wish I would have been with him October 2nd (same thing) Same year that my mama went back to Heaven (same thing) Had a death threat from someone they call the devil (yeah) It's a curse and a blessin' on Poplar Level (yeah) When I miss, I mention my direction Beezy, we on weapons in brodie kitchen Syrup sippin', only way that I get rested (sip) I don't remember seein' none of y'all bendin' (seein' none of y'all, ah) On nine, they fast, I'll spin it (outside) Back-alley, off all the streets, sittin' (outside) I was in desperate need of a healer (a healer) Same time mama cryin', gettin' sicker (gettin' sicker) Please forgive me for times I was trippin' Since a young nigga, when I knocked Jigga (knock him hard) She'll always say I had a temper Them boys had convinced me the streets, so I listened (yeah, yeah) Yeah, who am I to say different? (Who am I to say?) Who am I to not remember? (Who am I to not re-) Before the cash and bad bitches (before the cash and the money) And the fake niggas and ass-kissers, it was us Yeah, yeah (don't wanna trust, don't wanna love, it was just us) Yeah, it was us (don't wanna trust, don't wanna love, it was just us) Yeah, it's still us, yeah Please don't turn on me, I got a knife Backstab, never, heal right He had trenches runnin' away a fight Died on his face on a chill night (died) Colder than ice, lower his eyes (whoa) Holdin' 'em tight, kiss him goodbye I know the march, we're livin' past the guys After all that it took to survive, they asked him, "What happened?" And he tell a lie What you tryna and hide? All of this truth, torture and disguise I need a black, boost my high But at this very moment in time, I can't let it go, let it slide Shit, I done tried, had the fake stones, do a cry (yeah, yeah) Yeah, who am I to say different? (Who am I to say?) Who am I to not remember? (Who am I to not re-) Before the cash and bad bitches (Before the cash and the money) And the fake niggas and ass-kissers, it was us Yeah, yeah (don't wanna trust, don't wanna love, it was just us) Yeah, it was us (don't wanna trust, don't wanna love, it was just us) Yeah, it's still us, yeah
Writer(s): Arvid Jonsson, George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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