Couple Weeks Ago Lyrics

And things was all good a couple weeks ago

Sun was shining, weather nice and hot but that's the season though

Hot weather equals hot lead and what you need to know

Is how to stay alive around some demons that would eat your soul

But that's just how it go, purple heart youngins

Pumping all the pride from them wars in them dungeons

At least he got his life

That's a dub in the gutter

But the rent ain't getting paid so that's a dub for his mother

Every single week she on the phone with unemployment

Tryna get a couple dollars, swear to god this shit be pointless

Sardines out the cabinet, split between the two of them

Single mother struggling, swear to god we know a few of them

The windows to his soul, they steady glistening with pain

At least he got his life but man his life still gotta change

16 years breathing, his demeanor said more

Cause he was seven years old when that body hit the floor

But fuck it

Old trauma manifests to new pain

And pain manifests to dreams of a new range

He knows about the struggle, he knows about the pavement

He rose from the gutter and he rose to the occasion

He jumped into that water, but fuck it he a man now

Taught himself to fish cause they gon' bite you stick your hand out

Always came equipped cause if they strike he'll be a man down

He know up in his head, he swear to god that he the man now

Sadly mistaken, but he ain't know better

Man it's summertime fever, man his head match the weather

A Glock 17 to match the all black forces

The way he running down on niggas make you think that he's enforcing

This a different type of stop and frisk

I'ma need your watch and kicks

Matter of fact nigga add that change and that pocket lint

He gone need it all, can you really knock his hustle

Little nigga lifting iron he ain't even move a muscle

He think he'll make it big by robbing players on the block

But he still taking risks cause if you play you might get shot

But shit he know the game, that's just how the cookie crumble

You got the juice now little nigga stay humble

His mama steady questioning how the cash keep on coming

He said he got what shorty down the block selling bundles

I heard your stomach rumble, now I gotta go and hustle

Put it on my dead brother that I ain't starting trouble

I noticed what you been through, I'm trying to ease the pain

I love you mama and I swear to god I'm staying safe, trust

I know the risk, that's a tale I seen plenty

Me and Keisha down the street, we got a plug we selling Remy

I gotta pull my weight ma, that's all I'm trying to do

You know my heart mama, tell me would I ever lie to you

His eyes tell another tale, but she believe it

Could catch him in a lie, but he ain't never gave a reason

So he's back on the block, black glock, hunting season

Trying to scope another lick, he think he Phantom, never seen him

He found his next vic, out here beefing with his BM

Temp dropped when he seen that niggas wrist it was freezing

He said, I'ma come and pick my son up here like 8 o'clock

He coming with me, suck my dick if you think he not

Then he hit the gas and he just skrrted down the block

My young nigga hungry, he just stirring up the pot

And when the street lights coming on, that mean it's time to put the work in

He quick with the draw from all the time he spent rehearsing

But his homies trying to warn him, cause he's stepping to a stepper

Yo if this shit go wrong son, nigga fuck that whatever

I'm gonna hit this lick and I'm gonna cash a couple stacks light

Nigga getting hit up in his shit if he don't act right

And now it's 8 o'clock he peeps him coming down the street

Fuck being lowkey, he driving fast, he bumping Meek

He at his baby mother crib, said he waiting for his kid

But he ain't even text that he outside, he on his phone and shit

Now my youngin creeping up, gun drawn, mask on

This should only take about 30 seconds if it lasts long

Knocked through all the glass and waved the hammer in his face

Clearly said I want it all from them chains to them J's

He started getting naked, he ain't really had no choices

Till the front door opened and he started hearing voices

My youngin thinking fuck, yo where that shit was coming from

Shorty on the porch with a kid, she like he got a gun

He looking quick and he just froze in disbelief

Yo why the fuck she come outside bitch, I ain't trying to make a scene

He changed the target, aimed the gun right at the kid

Bitch go take your ass inside if you really trying to live

The nigga in the whip said don't you fuck with my kid

Grabbed his gun from out the seat and popped my youngin through the ribs

You play with me or mine and I'm gonna lay your ass down

You can't fill them big shoes, you's a motherfucking clown

My youngin heard him bend the block, he coughing blood on his face

All he thinking now, I told my mom I'd stay safe

Can see the light leave his eyes, couple minutes now he gone

Man everything was perfect till this shit just went wrong

His mama got the news and she just dropped to her knees

Questioning the lord like why you doing this to me

Why you take my baby from me, he was only 16

I done lost both my kids to these motherfucking streets

Crying out for days, but her baby couldn't hear her

A day before the wake she blew her brains in front the mirror

She left a note that said pray for me Reverend

I'm going on a journey to see my sons up in heaven

To truly be alive, you gone really need a reason bro

Damn, shit was all good a couple weeks ago