G'Slim - System

I was just sitting in back of a Bentley thinking why
I got some still with me here and some went to sky
It's still a lot that I grieve about
Pray for forgiveness
You could take his legs away and he still gone stand on business
And this for all my living niggas
They not dead but they caught up in that system
We ran it up but still thug in the trenches
Always Found a way to get it
Probably was jacking niggas then we split it
You my brother we not in no competition
I fought some tough battles
Tried to give me felonies
Whatever you ask I don't know I lost my memory
He hopped out that car got up close and he made that choppa spark
Jumped In that water I'm like a shark
I stay on point yeah I'm too sharp
Yeah yeah move on my lonely but them shooters on standby
Yeah he voiceless 5.56s hit his neck like bow ties
Yeah don't need approval from you I been certified
I don't add up my friends cause they be snakey Benjamin Franklin the only one that I'll Multiply
Pray they see better days wishing they was with me
He gone keep spinning the bin he don't want lose his repetition
Still sliding in them rentals
Check on my brudda make sure his head right cause I know how he living
We got a day but we ain't falling victim
Hit the corner too hard he almost flipped the expedition
Ima hustler with ambition
Better pray to god that them bullets miss you
Trying to run up on me better reconsider
This for all my living niggas
They not dead but they caught up in that system
We ran it up but still thug in the trenches
Always found a way to get it
Probably was jacking niggas then we split it
You my brother we not in competition
Tell me what is trust
When you put the ball in they hand they fuck it up
I gave them a head start they ran outta luck
You would think we had a plumbing business how that boy got flushed
Call me Chris cause the pistol tucked
What's the vibe brudda I been getting real high
They trying to charge me for some shit I don't know why
I need a alibi
If you stand in front the judge would you lie
If you had the chance would you testify
And this for all my living niggas
They not dead but they caught up in that system
We ran it up but still thug in the trenches
Always Found a way to get it
Probably was jacking niggas then we split it
You my brother we not in competition
Tell me What is trust
When you put the ball in they hand they fuck it up
I gave em a head start they ran outta luck
You would think we had a plumbing business how that boy got flushed
Call me Chris cause the pistol tucked
What's the vibe brudda I been getting real high
They trying to charge me for some shit I don't know why

Written by:
Aaron Jones

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