COLD - Slayter

Used to be my dawg we went separate ways

I got doors open Heaven’s gates

Caught a body hit the freeway going out of state

Got a budget for the lawyer we gon' beat the case

When it’s drama time you want no static

Your mans died all you did was get his name tatted

It was gang gang 'til your right hand mans ratted

With the blam-blam to your dome leave his brain splattered

Niggas used to love me now the diss me

Me and shorty used to fuck around now she miss me

Sipping 1942 'til we tipsy

In an all-blue Benz jamming Nipsey

Yeah‚ and I’ma let the instrumental cry

Smoking on exotic looking at the sky

And I be in my head so I wonder why

Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?

Niggas talking on me but they smile in my face

My nigga just worrying about the time they might face

I’m only 25 with a lot on my plate

I ain’t have a dollar but you know I had faith

Faith like Biggie did

Can’t believe my daddy dead

I was just his only kid

He ain’t get to see me grow

He want me to do it big

Having convos with my momma

She just wanna see me live

Stay away from these fuck niggas

She always told me not to trust niggas

And I keep the .40 on my hip that’s just a plus nigga

Just to let them know that they ain’t touching one of us nigga

Yeah‚ and I’ma let the instrumental cry

Smoking on exotic looking at the sky

And I be in my head so I wonder why

Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?