FTG (feat. Polo G)

All these cases got my brodie on a house arrest

Probably the reason why he's popping all them percocets

Fightin to stay awake I can't stop fuckin with the adderall

Raw work, dishin, hit the guys off with no Minotaur

The situations I be spittin, this shit not a game

Know some mothers that lost their son and never been the same

All these medications in my blood so I can't feel the pain

[?] Tryna put these numbers on me I can't feel the rain

Thank God I got away with all them unexpected chases

They say I'm gonna make it just stop picking up these cases

Thank God I overcame all them child tribulations

They say I'm gonna make it just stop picking up these cases

[?] It's different when you're shootin' for survival

Daily competition give no passes to my rivals

When you go and do a hit you gotta take responsibility

I don't care the situation you can't leave no liability

Grown up, we at the trap get it the hard way

Mama always lurkin, stash the work out in the hallway

If you in the hood you gotta keep it on you always

Youngins tryna get a name and murk a nigga broad day

So I keep a. 30 on me, ain't no lackin homie

Run up in the house, adjust your action, get to clappin homie

Pistol action look like cameras flashin ain't no papparazzi

I don't fuck with niggas that aren't gang consider me a [?]

Hoppin out of foreigns now, we used to take the red line

I could put you on, just hit me back before that deadline

Heard them crackers on my ass, they want me doing fed time

Kill them when the whole hood love em it happens every time

It's mandatory, they let go some tears, if I shed mine

In this shit for clout, while I make sure you make the headlines

Guns blow, bodies get to droppin once that lead flyin

Bullets super hot they bound to cook em, leave your mans fried

Know this shit is pointless, we keep fallin, who gon' stand up

We sufferin' from hard times, and they don't understand us

Whole world just watching us crumble, but they ain't sayin nothin

We can't trust the police, niggas dying with they hands up

Angels watching over me, the devil on my shoulders

They listen to them lectures, it sunk in when I got older

The block gon' love you back, man them streets will fuck you over

Seen some cold years I swear I lost so many soldiers

I done put on for the gang

I done put on for the gang

I done put on for the gang

Spin the block for the gang

Shoot a opp for the gang

Risk it all for the gang

I really lost brothers I ain't gon' see again

And they left behind people that really needed them

Some of my niggas got elbows, the state ain't freein them

It's still beef with them niggas, see em, we leavin em