Yeah dog

Shit She came back from the doctor

Hell yeah she pregnant bro

Talking about a couple weeks

[Verse 1]

A young nigga who ain't have shit

Or a pot but he ain't about to hold his piss (naw)

Took his last hundred dollars and brought his self a zip

'Cause his girlfriend pregnant 'finna drop his first kid

Now his phone slapping (grind) worked his way up

Had to get a bigger scale got his weight up

Dog said fuck the nicks banging bigs now

Ducked off in the 'burbs where he live now

He ran into this cat he knew from down the way

Said he knew a way that he could get him extra paid

Usually he smart but this time not

Last time you heard he was out scoping niggas spots

But they exchanged numbers he saved it in his phone

Told him meet me at my trap on Martindale around four

He hit the corner pull up and stop at the spot

Niggas pull up hop out put the Glock to his eye (what up nigga)

But homie ain't shocked shit he knew what was up

'Cause he had the burner tucked better yet it was up

And they tried to rob dude with a BB gun

And got 'murked 'cause homie had a CC dub

And now he out of there four bodies at the scene

Nobody saw shit boy got away clean

No looking back niggas had to bleed for they greed (fuck 'em)

Besides they tried to take him from his seed

Lil' bro get the word now that nigga on tip (crazy)

Before they retaliate we got to come back quick

Hit his call log hollered at the whole click

Told lil' bro meet me at my crib around six

Now they piled up in the basement niggas loading up

Ready to let some shots off and roll the window up

Young wild crazy niggas they don't give a fuck

They'll pull a M quick and get the dipping out

Pass the street make a U turn hit a sharp right

Drive slow hit the lights its gone be a long night

Park here we gone wait even for a long time

Long as choppers chewing through his skin like a dog bite

Drove around the hood circled it the whole night (damn)

And still ain't see this fuck nigga in sight

Then 'cuz said who the fuck this niggaa on a bike

Turned out to be who they're looking for the whole time

So you know what happens next

Niggas hit him in his neck

Niggas hit him in his chest

Niggas hit him in his back

Caught a few to the dome

Made sure the Nigga gone

Niggas picked up the shells then got the fuck on

Now he on his way home don't give a fuck 'bout what he did

Niggas die everyday had to get it how he live

Survival of the fittest it was either you or him

Its codes but really ain't no rules to this shit

So he feeling blessed 'cause it could have happened worse

Then he get a text his 'ol girl giving birth

Rushed to Henry Ford she bring the child to the world

And he got his wish they had a lil' baby girl

Niggas meet on the Ave the next day to repent

Niggas cared but only to a religious extent

Approached it like oh well karma is a bitch

This the same cat who killed my pops back in ninety six