CityKidd - 11:25AM

Sister tatted on my arm my family know I really got them
Treat my heart like New York City I'm protecting Gotham
I can't fuck wit nun you niggas I got real ones on my roster
Can't be wit me when I'm up you wasn't wit me at the bottom
11:25 I got that text my brother gone
I'm hearin bout the case I'm thinkin he ain't comin home
Turn the pain into passion n put it in a song
Trynna make up for the past trynna right all of my wrongs
I think back to the night I seen him bleeding in the backyard
Started off red had to turn it to a black heart
I remember what you told me I will never tell em that part
I'm just ventin to the mic I don't wanna be a rapstar
New whip pink slips I'm the owner
Ridin by my dolo I'm a loner
Smoke blunts to the face I'm a stoner
Life threw a pitch step to the plate I hit a homer
Circle round me gettin smaller
My baby growin up I'm trynna be an active father
You ain't talkin money round me don't bother
Pressure gettin heavy jewler drownin me in water
Sister tatted on my arm my family know I really got them
Treat my heart like New York City I'm protecting Gotham
I can't fuck wit nun you niggas I got real ones on my roster
Can't be wit me when I'm up you wasn't wit me at the bottom
11:25 I got that text my brother gone
I'm hearin bout the case I'm thinkin he ain't comin home
Turn the pain into passion n put it in a song
Trynna make up for the past trynna right all of my wrongs

Written by:
City Kidd

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