King Martin - God Saw The Point

A hundred thousand in my man purse, you try to take it I'ma blam first. My heartbeat different after Bonney died than Mac was murdered I was traumatized. Granny left too she was apart of me so much death really made a killa up out of me. Uncle was a solider papa was a gangster both was Dirty Harry when they had the bangers. Look me in my eyes you won't see no lies. If life was but a dream my friends a still be alive. Haters shake yo hand and stab you in the back. A bitch a tell a lie and swear to God it's facts. I don't trust a thang lately and I ant been in love since I was a baby. All I got is cars all I got is money got a couple baddies but these hoes don't love me. Shavonne Marie Graves the world should know her name. Was a victim of these games that these killers play. I ain't shed a tear but I ain't happy here. I made it out the dirt I should be making cheers.

Verse 2
My hommies smoking blunts find the pain in the smoke in a old school el camino on some 24s. His brother passed away he left with rainy days his mother passed too, He just ain't been the same. I consider him my brother but he ain't my blood. We changed but never lost the love. We went our separate ways he stayed up on the block. I went to college and became a cop. ( Get yo bitch ass hands up) He keep the Glock and I keep the Glock. He asked me if I saw him would I lock him up. (what) (That shit right there kinda fucked me up cuz) My niggas come first I did it fa da bucks I thought I showed the hommies things was looking up. (Mufucka trying to find another way, anyway)(Smoke) speeding down the block in my AMG. I took a picture down on carver street.(tripping) Hope to see the hommies we can celebrate but it ain't all love cause some niggas hate.

Written by:
RODNEY MARTIN

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