Made It Far

Verse: You can see it in my eyes a nigga ain't the same, 12th grade June hit my aim and said that nigga gone, couple nights before I seen him with the extras in them niggas faces, it's fun to speak about the dead until them niggas dead, ain't no implications, I'm just being sentimental, while it's war going on, if I hit a level 4, could I call yo phone, I'm tryna keep me in the house cause I keep throwaways, everybody tuff well let me show you soulja pain, every time I hear some shit, I wanna make my bullets rain, tryna make a million off this rappin, don't even care who respect it, as long as niggas know I held it down, ain't tryna get killed up off no pride but it's forever do or die

Verse: Have you ever lived on tha 4? I'm still friends with the same gunners as pop warner days, everybody have they riffles but we all we got, I know it's 2 that's gone go fasho if this body drop, its sad how we speak before it happen, just because you ain't laccin that don't mean that you laccin, that mean keep yo head upon a swivel, niggas get killed for loitering, ain't nothing other than, seen some niggas get betrayed by they faulty friends, Judah's and the messiah and for that problem, a nigga quick to pull