Tampering With Evidence

[Verse: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Police lock us up because they don't understand the way we live Interrogating us all for hours, we ain't telling what we did I was way up in New York when they broke in Montana crib Somebody told them we was gone, yeah, I know what it is Some nigga 'round me tryna snake me, probably trying to get me killed Shooters trailing on my rear, nigga, this the way we live Seem like they started hating when they heard I got a deal Momma told me that my cousin died, I ain't shed a tear If it wasn't for Montana, I'd have juvenile life Shackled down in Paris prison, I was fightin' for my life Smoking weed and toting guns, with Lil Ben every night Now the judge don't want me 'round him, I know it's gon be alright Step on a nigga for that talkin' Now the police buildin' cases on me They know we bout it If you a gangsta keep that shit in the streets Strapped with that forty, I heard a nigga want it with me I'll put a nigga straight to sleep, he think he fuckin' with me They say that they want smoke Where them poles? We gon' ride nigga Steppin' with my bros, right or wrong, you gon' die nigga I put that on my soul, we ain't hidin' nigga I just wanna know, who got a problem nigga? When my grandma died, made me wonder, who gon' do for me? I don't trust nobody, make me wonder, who gon' shoot for me? I ain't got no nigga with me, just my girl and this coupe with me Sincerely from my heart, I'ma tell you 'bout it truthfully I know I'm gon' die, no I do not have that long on earth Swear I need a blessin', man I need to take my ass to church Put your pistol in the sky when you see me passin' in my hearse I really don't feel love, man I swear to God this shit hurt And I know they gon' cry the same day I go Tell my son, come to my casket and leave me a rose Call on Ben and Three, promise me you'll never fold Stand on all ten and don't never put your trust in hoes Woah-oh They don't understand the way we live, woah-oh They don't understand the way we live, woah-oh