Weak Lyrics

Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh

My weapon drawn, my echelon it's dead and gone, I feel weak

If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep

Since my debt was gone I had to make a song for my enemies to repeat

This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak

My weapon drawn, my echelon it's dead and gone, I feel weak

If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep

Since my debt was gone I had to make a song for my enemies to repeat

This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak

They flashing they money but all of they homies is dead, got shot in the head

Hope nobody talkin' when Rico come through the feds cuz' that's forty years

Could've been hoopin' in school but you banging Instead, and now you ain't here

Got some some other cat coming in, now he raising your kids and he dad of the year

While you locked or you dead in a box for a couple of bands and some rims on a box

Could've went to the stars, could've sailed on a yacht, could've opened a business right here on the block

But all of your homies they filled you with gas, like it's impossible for you to flop

Now you looking uncanny inside of your casket getting stuffed in a blunt getting passed by the opps

Thought you was different

Maybe that your the exception of five generations of killas

Don't look to these rappers who do it for business cuz' they getting paid to continue a gimmick

Please pay attention to those really standing on business and do what they say in their lyrics

Give it a year, go look at news and I promise their situation will look different

Now let's keep it funky

Some of Your homies is phony and some of your homies like homies

And cause he got bodies don't make him a solid if they throw the book and your hitter start pointing

Word to the ones who ain't tellin and doing they bid while they babies is stranded and Lonely

Some of y'all mad cuz I'm talking bout you and your homies on point and you don't even know me

And I got smoke for you niggas who teaching these babies to follow your steps in destruction

Teach em' to follow their dreams, to love one another, to vision and focus on something

Teach him to travel the world, and go marry a girl that's gon' love him regardless of nothing

Teach her to marry a king that's gon' carry the home and her jewels as a wife and a mother UGH

Yeah

Like the homie Sevin said

You living a lie homie

My weapon drawn, my echelon It's dead and gone, I feel weak

If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play sleep

Since my debt was gone I had to make song for my enemies to repeat

This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak