Blood on the Wall
How many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace lil nigga this is heaven for a g
I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death
My nigga we the last ones left
how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga this is heaven for a..
I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death
My nigga we the last ones left
but life goes on
and I ain't gonna stop til a nigga see blood on the wall
maybe it started with the rims on the whip
I lost a hummer pushed the benz through the strip
I'll swim with the fish before I lend niggaz shit
'cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit
That's why sometimes I think the ends coming quick
My old ass father shot twins out his dick
So if they so happen to come up without an older brother
Won't be alone 'cause comin up at least they'll have each other
At least they'll have one another 'cause lifes a motherfucker
But while I'm here my only job is not to see em suffer
Through dopeboys shootouts stickups and undercovers
The world is full of suckers but don't worry I'm your buffer
Buffer like I shoulda been for bj
But he never listened to nuthin we say
It was half past 12 midnight on a weekday
Not even 20 hours past his release date
This nigga hit him up four times
One hit the heart
And that hit my heart
Called his pops niggaz pick the phone up
So he come find his son lying in his own blood
On that block that we ran through
House we grew up in corner we would post on
Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be with
So how the fuck nobody see shit
And so I'm there to be a brother to his brother lucky
'cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly
Get on my knees and have a convo with the lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear it wrong and think he's sayin fuck me
Only he can judge me careless what they think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't gonna stop til a nigga see blood on the wall
all I tried do is raised the bar
See my weeks is scabbed up days are scarred
Still I love to see a motherfucker hate from far
More they talk bout me the more I pray for y'all
I mean
I don't get how prodigy gon acknowledge me
When the nigga bout as big as an apostrophe
For him to possibly think that he as hot as me
Its far from a prophecy more like a mockery
Used to be hiphop to me 'fore you bombarded me
With everything ass like sodimy its gotta be
Drugs four fifths and snubs what's that about
Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin bout
Real talk I can't front on your old shit
Now you just old as shit, now old and sick
Instead of holdin my dick here's a better way
Nevermind me worry bout your medicade
Shits so unfair nigga beefs carried your ass your whole career
Wanna blog? here's a reason
How the fucks murda muzik
Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin
Jayz saigon nas already peeled him
Tupac he ain't alive but you ain't kill him
50 signs the bum only 'cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him
Not a murderer or gangsta robber
Washed up 90's nigga now a gangsta blogger
Me that underground flow strike like the pound blow
Your sounds old, not even worth a download
I would have niggaz hunt you like a hounds nose
Problem is you pussy the whole town knows
So why let the body count grow
For some fiended out nigga now starring in the clown show