2 Hard - Fronted

As I walk through these trenches
I shall Fear no evil
You can't understand my pain
If you ain't one my people
This clip onna the side on my hip should keep me safe
Walking down this lonely road steady praying for better days
2 talk to em

I miss all my niggas
This shit ain't right
If I ain't Wit him
Honestly I'm bitter
I let bitches go
Who made me realer
Then I'm again I'm heartless
It's complicated just being honest
I release my problems
In this booth and I go straight retarded
Check on my gang
Cuz I can't lose
Can't go out like my cousin
Been thinking bout my cousin
He got clip wit a stick
And now I can't see my cousin
That's why this bitch stay on my hip
This here can get you fronted

Choppa have em running
Just Show me opponent
I'm known to whack the biggest threats
Bitch Ian fearing no one
Been zoaning out I'm focused
Been waiting for my moment
When them jakes on they ass
You see real gangsters
Turn into some rodents
I come from poverty
That shit apart of me
I give her nun but this dick
It ain't no heart in me
They throwing shots I ignore it
They think its harming me
I take my time
I won't force it
Rapping was meant to be
We was trapping all through the streets
Bout that action we want the beef
Keep the static
We pack the heat
Never Panic
I'm tryna eat
We come from nothing
So we turn nothing to something
I'm tryna take care of my momma
And tell her ain't no more struggling

I miss my all niggas
This shit ain't right
If I ain't Wit him
Honestly I'm bitter
I let bitches go
Who made me realer
Then I'm again I'm heartless
It's complicated just being honest
I release my problems
In this booth and I go straight retarded
Check on my gang
Cuz I can't lose
Can't go out like my cousin
Been thinking bout my cousin
He got clip wit a stick
And now I can't see my cousin
That's why this bitch stay on my hip
This here can get you fronted

All i know is Hundreds
All I know is money
The streets hottest younggan
And I been standing on
Still off that lick you hit 3 years ago
Ain't sharing wit us
And that ain't right
Cuz we was right there by your side
In the field
Ion kno who real
Keep Walter close
They say it's smoke
I kno he kill
The summer nights
We was outside
All we knew was drill
His homie died
Couldn't even cry
Ain't share no tear
Just popped a pill
Poured up a seal
And Take that pain away
We bring umbrellas to them trenches
Take the rain away
Ain't running from nun if he gotta problem
Blow his brains away
And I should've known niggas switch up
I should have stayed away
Swear That Ian never gon change
They tryna lock me in a cage
I see the fucking hate
Carry my wrongs across my sleeve
We pray for better days
Hoping for anything
This shit get real out here Gang

I miss my all niggas
This shit ain't right
If I ain't Wit him
Honestly I'm bitter
I let bitches go
Who made me realer
Then I'm again I'm heartless
It's complicated just being honest
I release my problems
In this booth and I go straight retarded
Check on my gang
Cuz I can't lose
Can't go out like my cousin
Been thinking bout my cousin
He got clip wit a stick
And now I can't see my cousin
That's why this bitch stay on my hip
This here can get you fronted

Written by:
DeaMonte' Russell

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