Yavi DG - North Yankton
[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
R.I.P. A.J, R.I.P. Ray-Ray, R.I.P. Dotty, nigga (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Like, R.I.P. Ray-Ray, R.I.P. A.J, R.I.P. Dotty, nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Grrah, like, we really, grrah, like, we really (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah (Grrah)
[Verse]
Like, we really flamin' niggas
The opps linking up, they in danger with 'em
Bro, they cannot talk on the 8, when I came to that block I was chasin' niggas
You gotta be patient, nigga, yo' time gonna come when you wait, it's realer
But I'm tryna make it quicker, so I'm hittin' licks in the hood with my killers
And shout out to all of my niggas, took trips in the snow, made it hot in that winter
Have you ever went out on a mission?
PTSD, tryna watch for the children
Thinkin', like, is he a possible witness?
Could you talk to your demons and listen?
Deep in your thoughts tryna hop out and click it
Like, I don't know if you do, but I feel it
'Cause where I come from, we come out with a million
I'm fifty mil', tryna run up a billion
Word to bro, made a mil' in that buildin'
Run into me with the G, I'ma flick it
Like, I can teach you some shit if you listen
If you a G, better stand on your business
When the opps throwin' back, keep clickin'
You stay sucker free when you go on that mission
Watch for the ones that you love when you killin'
This shit gettin' real when you stuck in them trenches
You know how it feel when no one paid attention?
Poppin' pills, tryna fight through depression
D's on my dick, tryna fight through oppression
I ain't have a father, my mother was stressin'
Wakin' up every day, second guessin'
Shit get real, if you know, yeah, I know
When you smile with the bros but you cry all alone
Like, walkin' home by yourself with the pole
Winter time, I was freezin', I ain't have a coat
Off a Perc and I'm bussin', I can't feel the cold
Word to bro, shed a tear when I wrote to this song
Like, damn, I can't forget 'bout the bros
And the ones in the state, outta sight, on the road
Free JB, free Pistol, free both of the bros
Free the slimes doin' crimes, that was wipin' yo' nose
Like, damn, I can't forget 'bout the Glo
Free Mr. Go take a trip to the O, like
I tell them free Smizzy, you know then you know
Tryna bend through that block, I'm tryna let a shot go
You know how it feel when you come from the bottom?
It's nowhere to vent, you resort to the violence
No, I couldn't sleep all I heard was the sirens
Like, damn, everyone dyin'
When it get hard, you just gotta keep tryin'
No, you can't stop, you just gotta keep flyin'
Told my brothers, "Slide, why you keep cryin'?"
Let the gun go, everyone cryin'
Niggas cappin' on bro, why you keep lyin'?
And brodie was here, nigga, you wouldn't try it
No bread with a whole lotta problems
Break it off like you good but you don't got it
We spot a opp in the spot, we gon' rob him
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
G6 Snotty boys, we takin' watches (Damn)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
G6, R.I.P. A.J, like, damn (Grrah, grrah)
Damn (Grrah, grrah)
G6 Snotty boys, we takin' watches
We tryna up it and flock
Grrah, grrah
Damn, damn, damn
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
R.I.P. A.J, R.I.P. Ray-Ray, R.I.P. Dotty, nigga (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Like, R.I.P. Ray-Ray, R.I.P. A.J, R.I.P. Dotty, nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Grrah, like, we really, grrah, like, we really (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah (Grrah)
[Verse]
Like, we really flamin' niggas
The opps linking up, they in danger with 'em
Bro, they cannot talk on the 8, when I came to that block I was chasin' niggas
You gotta be patient, nigga, yo' time gonna come when you wait, it's realer
But I'm tryna make it quicker, so I'm hittin' licks in the hood with my killers
And shout out to all of my niggas, took trips in the snow, made it hot in that winter
Have you ever went out on a mission?
PTSD, tryna watch for the children
Thinkin', like, is he a possible witness?
Could you talk to your demons and listen?
Deep in your thoughts tryna hop out and click it
Like, I don't know if you do, but I feel it
'Cause where I come from, we come out with a million
I'm fifty mil', tryna run up a billion
Word to bro, made a mil' in that buildin'
Run into me with the G, I'ma flick it
Like, I can teach you some shit if you listen
If you a G, better stand on your business
When the opps throwin' back, keep clickin'
You stay sucker free when you go on that mission
Watch for the ones that you love when you killin'
This shit gettin' real when you stuck in them trenches
You know how it feel when no one paid attention?
Poppin' pills, tryna fight through depression
D's on my dick, tryna fight through oppression
I ain't have a father, my mother was stressin'
Wakin' up every day, second guessin'
Shit get real, if you know, yeah, I know
When you smile with the bros but you cry all alone
Like, walkin' home by yourself with the pole
Winter time, I was freezin', I ain't have a coat
Off a Perc and I'm bussin', I can't feel the cold
Word to bro, shed a tear when I wrote to this song
Like, damn, I can't forget 'bout the bros
And the ones in the state, outta sight, on the road
Free JB, free Pistol, free both of the bros
Free the slimes doin' crimes, that was wipin' yo' nose
Like, damn, I can't forget 'bout the Glo
Free Mr. Go take a trip to the O, like
I tell them free Smizzy, you know then you know
Tryna bend through that block, I'm tryna let a shot go
You know how it feel when you come from the bottom?
It's nowhere to vent, you resort to the violence
No, I couldn't sleep all I heard was the sirens
Like, damn, everyone dyin'
When it get hard, you just gotta keep tryin'
No, you can't stop, you just gotta keep flyin'
Told my brothers, "Slide, why you keep cryin'?"
Let the gun go, everyone cryin'
Niggas cappin' on bro, why you keep lyin'?
And brodie was here, nigga, you wouldn't try it
No bread with a whole lotta problems
Break it off like you good but you don't got it
We spot a opp in the spot, we gon' rob him
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
G6 Snotty boys, we takin' watches (Damn)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
G6, R.I.P. A.J, like, damn (Grrah, grrah)
Damn (Grrah, grrah)
G6 Snotty boys, we takin' watches
We tryna up it and flock
Grrah, grrah
Damn, damn, damn
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