(T)Ragic

Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight (Keep me straight, uh) She was movin' traffic, pushin' weight (Pushin' weight, uh) My daddy kept that action just in case (Just in case, uh) My blood type "T" for tragic you can see it in my face In my face, in my face (Just in case, uh) See it in my face (Just in case) you can see it in my face (Just in case) See it in my veins (Keep me straight, uh) you can see it every trace (Just in case, uh) See it in my face (Just in case) in my face (Just in case) See it in my (Keep me straight, uh) My homie hung himself when I was in the fourth grade And ever since then I ain't ever been the same (Keep my straight, uh) Kept extensions, demons lurkin' 'round the way They just out to play They ain't got no friends Keep 'em far away Sky walkin' on you bitch niggas with the blicky out Niggas always talkin' but won't clip a nigga in his mouth You walk it like you talk it? Mis amigos finna' hit yo house He acting outta pocket Hit his neck and now he checkin' out We was up on Stella Highland park was 'round the way I went out to play everyday, any day (Keep me straight, huh) So any of them days could've been my last day Any of the days could've been my last day Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight (Keep me straight, uh) She was movin' traffic, pushin' weight (Pushin' weight, uh) My daddy kept that action just in case (Just in case, uh) My blood type "T" for tragic you can see it in my face In my face, in my face See it in my face, you can see it in my face See it in my veins, you can see it every trace See it in my face, in my face See it in my See it in my See it in my See it in my Momma flipped them packs to keep me straight She was sellin' out the place Kept the money in the safe Niggas never seen her face You can see it all in mine You can see it every trace (You can see it, the whole 9 You can see it in my) My momma and my daddy 'bout that action So my blood type "T" for tragic I done seen ecstatic shit so I ain't worried bout the static Niggas shocked when they pop shots And I ain't drop 'cause I ain't panic On the block they carry Glocks Not pocket rocks, so ain't no jammin' You get shot then that's a loss (Pow, pow, pow, pow) And only sorrows for yo' family I ain't sorry (Beg your pardon?) I ain't sorry, he ain't family Know I had to go and park 'em I ain't talkin' bout no Camry Watchin' "106 and park" And heard 'em barkin' out the back So I went grabbed the gat And put the spark up to his back Asked him, "Is you bout that act?" I knew that boy was gone cap All that lyin' got em capped Now we smokin' on that pack You 1-3, you get whacked That's on my momma and My momma and daddy 'bout that action So my blood type "T" for tragic I done seen ecstatic shit So I ain't worried bout the static As a kid was bad as shit Wasn't worried 'bout no patek All I wanted was a stick I was always bout the static Woo, I was always bout the Yea, wait, bitch I was always 'bout the Yea, I was always 'bout that Ah, ah, ah, ah I was always 'bout that