(I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
Uh
Too many stories
Mean, too many Lies
They wanna hear my side, so it ain't go be no surprise
This that, "Good movie, sad ending"
When Huey get shot
What type of n***a wrote a script to see Julio die
I Wish you dead homie
Yeah n***a that's what I said
Paying 9-5, put whole job on yo' head
'cause n****s getting fired
When them new shooters hired
Southwest, Detroit where shit get worse than the wire
Yeah I'm on tip, unk
New vet
Dawg crip, huh
Pulled up on my cuz then dipped, huh
You bitch, son
Don Julio with the drip, you n****s hip
In my city n****s empty the clip, soon as you slip
I don't slip none
Waitin' on me, I call it tip-toein'
Hatin' that The King on top, and what he sit on
Lets keep livin', put them stars in the ceilin', and for Shawn we go let them n****s feel it
Let'em feel it n***a
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
(I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)
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(I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
Uh
Too many stories
Mean, too many Lies
They wanna hear my side, so it ain't go be no surprise
This that, "Good movie, sad ending"
When Huey get shot
What type of n***a wrote a script to see Julio die
I Wish you dead homie
Yeah n***a that's what I said
Paying 9-5, put whole job on yo' head
'cause n****s getting fired
When them new shooters hired
Southwest, Detroit where shit get worse than the wire
Yeah I'm on tip, unk
New vet
Dawg crip, huh
Pulled up on my cuz then dipped, huh
You bitch, son
Don Julio with the drip, you n****s hip
In my city n****s empty the clip, soon as you slip
I don't slip none
Waitin' on me, I call it tip-toein'
Hatin' that The King on top, and what he sit on
Lets keep livin', put them stars in the ceilin', and for Shawn we go let them n****s feel it
Let'em feel it n***a
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
(I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
Uh
Too many stories
Mean, too many Lies
They wanna hear my side, so it ain't go be no surprise
This that, "Good movie, sad ending"
When Huey get shot
What type of n***a wrote a script to see Julio die
I Wish you dead homie
Yeah n***a that's what I said
Paying 9-5, put whole job on yo' head
'cause n****s getting fired
When them new shooters hired
Southwest, Detroit where shit get worse than the wire
Yeah I'm on tip, unk
New vet
Dawg crip, huh
Pulled up on my cuz then dipped, huh
You bitch, son
Don Julio with the drip, you n****s hip
In my city n****s empty the clip, soon as you slip
I don't slip none
Waitin' on me, I call it tip-toein'
Hatin' that The King on top, and what he sit on
Lets keep livin', put them stars in the ceilin', and for Shawn we go let them n****s feel it
Let'em feel it n***a
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah
(I lost my cousin to the streets, R.I.P.
Wanna cry, but inside they won't let a n***a be
What I'm feeling , can't describe
Now I gotta question God
'cause he let'em kill Shawn, like it's heaven for a g
Yeah)