![]() You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof I'm fucked up, but ain't as fucked up as you Y'all damn near beefin', I seen it and you're the reason, niggaĪnd if this bottle could talk I cry myself to sleepįaults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekendīecause you shook as soon as you knew confinement was neededĭon't let me tell them to the world about that shit you thinkin'Īnd that time you I'm 'bout to hurl I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speaking, nigga I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed." The surgery couldn't stop the bleeding for real 'Cause you thought he would recover, well You even FaceTime'd instead of a hospital visit You FaceTime'd the one time, that's unforgiven Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches Little brother, you promised you'd watch him before they shot him You ain't no brother, you ain't no disciple, you ain't no friendĪ friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend? You was deserted, where was your antennas again? Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt itĮveryone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out ![]() I know you're irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it ![]()
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