Sometimes you can't save everybody, everybody ain't gonna make it
Uh
I gotta really take my time it's too much on my mind
Tryna do too much for people took too much from my grind
Going back and fourth legal was too much for my mom
I had to try another sport
Judge bang that gavel got you dying out in court
Fuck you thought
In front of your kids and your momma shit a war
I was brought up on them back blocks
Where niggas dreams turn to nightmares with them black glocks
He 17 don't want his life he tryna crash out
Don't want no thots he want the glocks that got the ass shots
He don't know no better
Yea I love bro but that trust low so we don't roll together
He be sellin
And I free niggas it don't go together
So much I got hold together
I do not got time to wine and dine I'm putting hoes together
I'm tryna make them go together
Clutching on that pole when I'm outside these niggas cold as ever
Made a 100 mil I'm on that time I'm tryna go forever
Save yourself
Fall back in the cut so you don't play yourself
When and got some money by myself I couldn't wait for help
Brody had got caught up on the percs and now he hate himself
I be tryna lift his spirit
Tougher times getting near
Other bro sounds happier then him and he got 50 years
Real flex I'm happy who I am when I look in the mirror
Disappear
Double back
And tell 'em I ain't coming back
I still be bouncing out like I'm Ja Morant on his rookie year
She know I'm up she tryna rush to bring this pussy here
Come here
2 million on the bed I had her cumming on it
She never been around a real one with this much money on him
Naw for real
Save yourself
Uh
'Cause won't nobody save you when they swoop in and cage you
Sitting in the cell like it's hell you on day 2
Looking at the pics and all them niggas that betrayed you
Damn
As you should
I'd save everybody if I could
Sitting with the billi boys on the wood
Young boul keep staring he really know I'm from the mud
Because he had sold me a Glock back then I dapped him gave hug
Said the chopper was outside and he ain't know which one it was
Tryna stack 150 fuck going to the club
I'm praying Brody get his mom back he gone off them drugs
He gone
I pray
I pray Brody get that time back he been gone for like a dub
He ain't even do the crime saying surahs on his rug
On the phone with his mom she know her boy need a hug
Did a 4 hour drive while your dogs was in the club
Your hoes was there too and it was all really love
It be tricky lovin a hoe from jail that already was
Fighting cases in the matrix knowin you already cuffed
And it be hard to really think knowin you already stuck
Double back to get my dawg because I'm already up
And I'm all the way in it
Should've known I ain't finished
Saved myself first then I did reform for the trenches I'm like
Any signs you gotta save yourself
Save me
When you look outside
Shots fly nobody came for help
We said this shit ride or die
Went to the guys I had to beg for help
Believing in them heathens lost your people and you played yourself
Told you don't believe in none of those heathens
Woah
I'll never sell my soul
Hanging in the trenches where I lost most of my niggas
But I ain't forget to chase my goals
Woah
I'll never sell my soul
Hanging in the trenches where I lost most of my niggas
But I ain't forget to chase my goals
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