MoeMoney - A.T.I.A (Addressing The Issues Again)

They say sometimes God make a way
Other times he just move people right out your shit
Look
Made it out so many situations I think God don't wanna let me die
Homies burning bridges over chicken I'm like let em fry
F the gang, f the name, without em I'm a better I
That don't change the love for my brothers that got a bed in sky
Testify never I, put my heart and soul in this
Caught shootings for niggas I couldn't call on to hold a grip
Bogus shit, look at how cold it get in this weather
I came home in January, you think they offered a sweater
Nigga never, back to the wall & I watched em front again
Fourth in inches deep in the trenches they let me punt again
Forced to kick it doley cuz my homies ain't my homies
While y'all smoked dope out the O Z I lifted pounds with parolees
Niggas know me, put the gang before my government
Went against the grain where I was laying for the fuck of it
Thought we had some brother shit
Til I woke up & realized I was sleeping at the trap & not my brother shit
Homeless as a fucking bitch
Know I ain't supposed to trip but this where feelings take you
When you got the least on your plate and brought the most to the table
Love start your feel like a fable
When them characters abusing you
Stop losing your mind over those that don't mind losing you
My circle went from hoo-la-hoop, to cheerio, to period
Bottom spacious the top crowded, this shit a pyramid
Hands on when I had the lime, now they don't feel the kid
Same light that cause you to shine show you your blemishes
I seen it
I'm no longer jacking gang and I mean it
Show's over close the curtain shower scene it
Let's not forget I'm heaven sent & mixed with demon
Watch how you move with me now
Cuz when I treat y'all how y'all treated me
It's fuck the peace won't treaty me
Niggas watched me starve & then tried to eat with the greedy me
They ain't share a slice now for the pie I blow, won't petey me
Made it through too many desert storms to let you figi me
Won't wet me nigga
Nah, humble but dangerous since you met me nigga
My dog only link when he hurt, won't let you vet me nigga
Oh you touched a couple G's so now it's f me nigga
I know, look
But this shit ain't bout no paper cuz its bigger than them favors
I showed real love to you fakers in the midst of getting my cake up
When my momma died I cried myself to sleep ain't wanna wake up
And my team ain't even think to keep me prayed up
Oh I'm good now
Medium rare rib-eye steaks in the hood now
Surround myself with sticks like I live in the woods now
No more playing mechanic I put the hood down
Yeah the gang a dubb but the other side still no good clown
Gotti, Occ, AC, Tec, and PoppaG I know y'all hot with me
But I gave this shit my all for 12 years, this where it stop for me
Cho & woo shit turned to some new shit, this shit is not for me
I was front and center for niggas that wouldn't block for me
Sad truth
I showed em loyalty before it was a tattoo
It broke my heart to see you niggas acting brand new
I had y'all back guess y'all forgot I got a back too
I got a back too
And if I had it b, they had it b, on cue I'd give a rib for em
They move like you owe em forgetting the shit you did for em
I done gave up my only hoody and walked through big storms
And watched you niggas give it to bitches to keep they wigs warm
Metal drawn, I was sketching iron man for gang
Y'all let face fighters come along & they just eyeing man for gang
Gripping on they hip b, then dipping when it get sticky
Photo shoots with all these blickeys but see a opp and won't hit em
Gang was raised different
Y'all let fuck niggas put they ways in it
The game ain't change you niggas playing different
I asked God to keep us together, guess y'all prayed different
Shine safe
We use to bang for the gang with a purpose
Bros had universal souls, now this shit a circus
Pop would be ashamed if he was here with us
Occ probably in Heaven shedding tears for us
AC think we turned weird as fuck
Y'all let new niggas turn our circle to a oval
When Tec death came from a nigga we was close to
This shit might never be official again
So this the last time I'm addressing the issues again
ATIA

Written by:
Moses Santana

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