Nb23 - Another Song

Smokin while I sit back
Writing another song
Thinking of my past
Got me thinking bout my wrongs
Missing all my bros
Damn the list got so long
Tatted in my blood
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide
Friends switched up
They got too much pride
North side youngins
Screaming out who wanna die

Wack trap rat ass never had a bag ass
Who want smoke like we got the baggies
Extended on the hip
Got his pants looking saggy
That's my dawg like scoob and shaggy
Them my sons boy but I ain't their daddy
Where is they dad
Got em out here lookin bad
Put money in they mouth
The fucc you talkin bout
I was taking different routes
Cops lurkin on my house

Smokin while I sit back
Writing another song
Thinking of my past
Got me thinking bout my wrongs
Missing all my bros
Damn the list got so long
Tatted in my blood
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide
Friends switched up
They got too much pride
North side youngins
Screaming out who wanna die

Gotta get back
pussy boys know what it is
it ain't no diss track
He posting diss tracks on the book
Then took it down yeah he got shook
man down damn he got shot
Dare a goofy try to plot on me
Red dot at his arteries
Then fry his top like Hardee's
Or we can box it out
They know what I'm bout
They all talk Whatchu bout
He could of got them hands
But he was running track man
You get chased down packman
I don't understand
how y'all switch up on yo man's
But can't switch up yo life
They trynna cut us like a knife
Baby bro you'll be aight
But I know you ain't feeling fine
All that murda on your fucking mind
all those charges you gotta fight
Lonely nights in the cell
I just hope you doing well
I still got your mail
Lil bro you gon prevail
All this pain you would think this hell
But I know God got a plan
But I still rode wit tha drake
You need a plan this shit ain't safe
Don't take that pill it might be laced
They killed my bro with a fentanyl pill
All this smoke ain't gon help me heal
I kept them clips like Daniels reels
Long live VGV this shit foreal

Smokin while I sit back
Writing another song
Thinking of my past
Got me thinking bout my wrongs
Missing all my bros
Damn the list got so long
Tatted in my blood
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide
Friends switched up
They got too much pride
North side youngins
Screaming out who wanna die

Written by:
Nehemiah Baustian

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