Lil Nigga (Interlude)

[Intro]

Well it’s gotta be one of the unwritten laws

Supportin that we all guiding us ah?

Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays

[Verse]

Lil nigga from a small city

17, he playin 4 door, roll with it

Lil nigga, major plans after school finish

All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it

Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace

Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways

All because the lil nigga focused on his grades

Doin the college visits to Florida State

Lil nigga got his mind right

Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life

Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ

Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white

Old girl steady going through and

See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?

Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker

Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles

So lil nigga tryna make a way

Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made

Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays

Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight

Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38

Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake

After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base

Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate

By this time lil nigga on some other shit

Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuck a scholarship

Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them

Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift

Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt

All he wanna do is murk something

Lil nigga keep his 5 with him

Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper

Lil nigga ruined by society

Lil nigga screw up his priorities

Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure

Started getting money, make the flicks jealous

Grind away, them niggas want his head

Price on that lil nigga – couple grand

At first, that lil nigga wanted by the feds

Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead

It was 9 o’clock on a Friday

Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay

Couple lil niggas in the driveway

Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8

Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late

Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape

Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place

So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38

Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies

Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly

Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies

Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi

Shots started firin, 2 to the head

Damn, lil nigga dead