Where it started

11 ppl slept in one house
On my block
That's where it started
39ers what we call it ugh
Trenches what we call it
Young niggas raised to fight
But know them glizzies go retarded
Diss the fallen Soldiers
We did not forgot
You still a target
Fuck a drive by
Down yo block
I'll park this bitch and get the barking

Keep ya head on the swivel
Ya own hood will turn against you
If you ever see me
Fish bowl
Just know that it's a rental
Pointing at my car
Get yo ass pop
Like a pimple
I got Ptsd
So please do not fuck with my mental
Dont slide for blue
We love you ma
But you know it ain't that simple
Niggas gotta feel our pain
Or even leave a Nîgga cripple
Ain't no refs in this game we play
Nobody blow that whistle
I'm all about that business
Everything I do official
My nigga love the 4-5
He let it bang like Mitchel
Never pick the ball up always gotta keep ya dribbles
Always gotta keep ya dribble
Heart breaks and homicide
How I deal with it
I dont know
I just deal with it
I can only take kneel with it
Some ppl can't control they thoughts
So they gotta pop a pill with it
Battle scars Cant heal it
Pain in life can't feel it
Body so numb to death
Aint nomore tears in it
Open up my chest
Lion heart ain't no fear in it
Vision got blurry
Wipe my eyes it got clear again
Wanna give it up
But fuck that bottle
Don't wanna veer again