36 Chambers - Caleb Brown, Caleb Brown feat. RyaN Jéy

I’ve been thuggin since I jumped off the porch in ‘05

I was six clutching 9's momma working nine to five

And my daddy in the pen plus my cousin whipping hands

Plus he talking about them bands, he can’t even trust his friends

They be chilling on them with them swangers on the

If you lurking private pages best believe they follow back

They ain’t got no home training

All the homies in the trap

In the hood cooking crack

They was all was probably cripping on the other side

Blue rags, Mac-11s you can smell a homicide

Hella deep up in the colors you can’t tell it’s drama time

Bet they get your boy hood gonna have a sound

Bullets ricocheting off the house now the kids thuggin

Putting bullets

Trays ain’t got no names, so they hit your brother in the stomach

Momma crying, sirens coming, blood rushing

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Where was you when your brother was bleeding?

No you ain’t shit, you say you love I know you don’t mean it

Nah, shots was fired

You was ducked off busting the semen

You damn you cluttered with demons

And you can’t stand to look at mirrors cause your knuckles bleeding

They took your own blood brother homie, but you the reason

See you was lurking through they hood trying to get you a profit

You robbed the wrong and they made you a promise

See you was at they front door homie, begging for problems

And now you at the funeral ‘bout to solve you a problem

You grabbed the Glock up off the shelf like you got to get the business cleared

You headed to the other hood, you gotta show them what it is

They took your family members so you had to bust their head for real

But you parked with the gun, so you ‘bout to get a hundred years

You rather face God then live life in a cell

So you turn the freaking gun on yourself

You blew your brains on the steps

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen

Roll something for my fallen

Smoke something for my fallen

Fuck around and be a fallen