Carruth

[Intro]

(Why are those people cryin'?)

Watch out for the double-cross

(Is it for something they've lost?)

Teardrops and closed caskets

(Why are those people cryin'?)

Mafia, what else?

(Is it for something they've lost?)

Blockworks, let's get it

[Verse]

I used to get confused, choosing my battles wisely, I had to pick and choose

My friends came and went, but most of them was murder victims

Dead before twenty or caught a frame and had to serve a sentence

Free my nigga Raymone, realest nigga from the Murder Mitten

Stood tall, hit a nigga for ten thirty-sixes

All he wanted to do was ball and spread the rock around

Built my foundation on solid ground, always in and out of town

Waking up out of my sleep to them chopper rounds

Stick in the Gleeko, ColecoVision

Me and Nico off the Clicquot, we got three hoes kissin'

Niggas eatin', gettin' fat, laced in Moschino, drippin'

Wishful thinking with the bag, we get them kilos missin'

Grew up in a hellhole, that's why I think so twisted

When your wifey a rich bitch, it make you treat hoes different

Had to pay my respect, ain't takin' likely to no threats

Take a nigga connect, kill him in blatant disrespect

Erase him with a text, pop up at your mother crib

From the city where niggas get hit for shit that they brother did

Fuck a gig, my niggas out here grittin' and uppin' strigs

Ain't have a fuck to give, but shit, for now, this just what it is

Grandma cussin' me out, "Quit runnin' in and out the house

What's all the fuss about? It's either cut me in or cut it out"

Ain't grow up with no silver spoon, we had to thug it out

I hid a half-a-slab in my room, just waitin' for the drought

That money come and go, but who gon' be there when it's gone?

When you was off your square but I bet they was there when it was on

The moment all your tokens gone, no minutes on your phone

God bless the child who hold his own, that shit hit close to home

When everything you ever loved, you lost to the gun

From all that you done done but down the line, that could cost you a son

[Outro]

(Is it for something they've lost?)

(Why are those people cryin'?)

(Is it for something they've lost?)