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Stunna Gambino

Homicide

 

Homicide


Homicdes, bodies dropping the rate keep going up
My mama crying, caught up in these streets she know something up
I'm traumatized, mix my PTSD with pour up
The did me slime, nowadays I don't know who to trust
You did me slime, 'posed to be my dawg but you lied
Stabbed me from behind, it was drill time but you ain't slide
Think I'm going blind, tear drops falling down from my eye
I don't wanna die, no I don't wanna die

Where I'm from the show no remorse, so fuck yo dead homies
50 racks in these amiri's, I got dems on me
Oh you wanna feature with stunna? That cost a leg homie
Do it for the trenches 'cause I know they always there for me yeah yeah
Lately I ain't been the same, told bro to keep an eye on me
Nigga I ain't feelin safe if ion got my iron on me
Ain't goin outside if they feel like the feds is spyin on me
'Member we was ridin stoley
We was dead broke 'member we had to ride the mta
Told myself I can't keep living like this, I had to find a way
To take my moms up out the hood and make sure my auntie straight
My siblings straight, got sick of prayin for them better days
Now, I mix balenciagas with my rta's
My niggas with all the rara better stay away
Rule number one is survive gotta use this everyday
Better keep yo gun 'cause you don't know if you might die today

Homicdes, bodies dropping the rate keep going up
My mama crying, caught up in these streets she know something up
I'm traumatized, mix my PTSD with pour up
The did me slime, nowadays I don't know who to trust
You did me slime, 'posed to be my dawg but you lied
Stabbed me from behind, it was drill time but you ain't slide
Think I'm going blind, tear drops falling down from my eye
I don't wanna die, no I don't wanna die

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