Lyrics One Take - Xlue

Sitting bacc and really think how did I fucc with niggas
I was blinded cuz on Veda really trusted niggas
If I ain't have none
Swear I gave my none to niggas
Down on my ass
Man I swear I gave my last to niggas
Never trust them niggas that say they yo brother
To keep it real that's on my mama Crip really it's fucc you
And my heart gettin' colder people lying they really don't love you
All my respect from off them streets Xlue then got off the muscle
That's on my
Granny Alice
Crip, I was born to be player
I told Lauren just be patient and wait till I make it
And I gotta watch niggas around me these people be snaking
Everybody ain't yo nigga I learned from mistaking
My city full of ratting ass niggas investigating
My city full of competitors niggas really hating
And my sweetest joy than getting pussy is retaliation
And I got some niggas in them graves got some incarcerated

Look in my eyes I'm high as fucc won't see no dilation
Fucc a nigga
Steady shoot them dracs until we vibrating
Big Mac
Have it my way
Out of mind state
Homicide rate
Think before you come to my state
Gotta watch them weirdo niggas that run with you
Different vision
Want money
You wanted guns nigga
Where you from nigga
Get quiet he ain't got his tongue with 'em
Bet he make a sound Xlue draw down
He feeling them slugs hit 'em
Fucc niggas
Then got colder
Ain't got no love for niggas
Salt kill snails not playas
Really don't trust niggas
And I be feeling nobody with me
I'm by myself
It ain't no sega we playing choppers
Handling techs
I'm tug-a-waring with death

Lost her baby to them streets was the only one left
Cuz them others ones fell
Victim to these streets got us living in hell
Shots fired scrub her baby son blood off them steps
I need better situations to better myself
And I seen my mama in that casket I hated myself
Plus I was young and really fucced up
I thought I could help
I ain't really felt no loving since granny them left
Really feel like you ain't feeling that pain I have felt
Really crying for help
And nobody was there
Trusting nobody else
But my niggas right here
These niggas showed me the real
Keeping guns on the hip
R.I.P to Cyncere
Crying bullets and tears
Praying hoping we win
Reminiscing to sin
Because them murdering trenches
And this ghetto we living in
And I'm numb from that medicine
Watch them niggas you hanging with
Turn around they gone hang you quick
Money, money can't trust a bitch
Only niggas I'm trusting is
The ones that I grew up with
I can't hang with no newer clique
And I hate me a bougie bitch
Be the main one succin' dicc
Then wanna talk some shit
From the jungle the struggle
And my respect off the muscle
And you my brother I love you
But I don't know if I trust you
Still Imma slide if they touch you
Lauren I love you
Them other niggas ain't for you
I'm putting dicc in yo stomach
Bitches popping them jiggas
Freaky XO hoes
Know when anything goes
R.I.P to the Locs
That shit hurt to let go
Didn't really want you to go
It's a cold world with no coat
My uncle selling that dope