Body Count (Collab)

Third piggy in my family, and our house was made of brick,

older brothers out the bunch got charges that always stick,

LV, three kings all sleepin on a queen,

tug of war at night for covers, and nightmares take over dreams,

only things we ever had, that gave us our self esteem,

Fam first and time is money, how we loved the sight of green,

Westside of Savannah, Cloverdale where I reside,

Where the saying was long live the strong, the weak ones gotta die,

its survival of the fittest, aint no muscle when you flex,

better hit up Planet Fitness, 40 dollar membership,

niggas out the hood already know about the kid,

but it felt like we were more than friends, felt like we were kin,

aint no laughin like a taffy when my chicos got the stick,

do you want it now or later, anytime man you can get it,

Boosie and Stokes licensed to kill and it aint no need for repentance,

sellin during sermon, never baptized for my sinnin,

My niggas are like Cerberus, three heads on a figure,

and if we gotta T-Bone Ima make sure we all split it,

Niggas did wrong by me and they tryna right the business,

God forgives and I don't, better ask Him for forgiveness,

Seems like the more I squeeze life to make some lemonade,

The more sour the haters taste watching me become self made,

No problems or worries if this is true then pigs can fly,

My life has no purpose to live and I look forward to die,

My nigga got shot in the back one too many times,

When lookin at his photo, hard to look him in his eyes,

Neck and neck with each other but its time to break the tie,

I aint came here to get even, I came here to win or die,