Wizzy Snow - 214

Criiiippp
I’m the same nigga from the cut
Another day in the hood so I gotta keep it tucked
If a nigga ask Wes CraCCin then it’s us
So many niggas going down
Don’t trust your niggas
Or the bitch that you love
Getting messages from numbers that I ain’t never seen
And I can see the future but nah it ain’t a dream
Every nigga I done lost it was ring after ring
It was Call after call
It was Plea after Plea
Add a scope and a beam with a 50 I can see
Hit A nigga in the dark if I was shooting from a tree
Big call of duty guns shoot a nigga in the street from a room in a house without a Motherfucking peep
I’m the nigga that they call when it’s beef
Nah I ain’t Floyd but I still charge a fee
Thinking she too friendly but maybe it’s just me
Having dreams you going die so I’m riding with my .40 in the Seat
They don’t really want beef they leave trails for police
Cause I’m a nut raising hell for a M that’s a fee
and I studder On grape cause I’m a motherfucking G
She want the key to my heart but I lost my heart to the streets
I ain’t never been nobody but me
Choosing sides your going die
Put that on Ryan On Reek
On
On KeKe Mell fuck a jail ima ride when it’s beef
Thinking you going take me fight for your life in the streets
It’s just the same ole shit
Day in the life of the same ole Crip
Going back and forth About the same ole bitch
Ready to give it all up
up in that same ole fit
I’m the same nigga from the cut
Another day in the hood so I gotta keep it tucked
If a nigga ask Wes CraCCin then it’s us
So many niggas going down
Don’t trust your niggas
Or the bitch that you love

Written by:
Daejwon Manley

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