All hail to the most high
I ain’t living right
Reminiscing of them chilly nights
Run up on nigga kill the lights
Dump dump it was all a dream
Related to killers and dope fiends
Cousin was moving at fourteen
White things but no porcelain
How could you sleep on this poor thing
What I foreseen was a sure thing
Killers ain’t killers no more
Cause you niggas don’t stick to the code
Mister big shot froze
The matrix
Soul brother I been learning the basics
Mama basement I was working the day shift
Cousin left that nigga stretched on the pavement
What’s a real nigga anyway
We can die like any day
Boy don’t hesitate when yo number called
1-800 I was next to nothing
I might press the button
If them niggas stall
Who you know better than this?
But do you know better at all
They never there when you fall
Only around when you ball
This for my brothers and them
I cannot fuck with no friends
Only my cousins and kin
Folks and fam been the business nigga
Same ones from beginning nigga
Watch close who you bringing with ya
Burn your jersey once you leave the city
Plus I'm taking everything they didn’t give me
Plus I made it out it got me feeling guilty
Pray they don’t do me like they did Ricky
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
So keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
So keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
So keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
Said real niggas never die
They just multiply
So keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
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