Yeah uh huh
Yeah look
Man, I miss my nigga
Any time he was trippin'
I was trippin' with him
Got put on the gang
Now I'm Crippin' with him when he died
It's like a part of me had went with him
Uh, from the cradle to the grave
From the streets to the halls
YA to the state me and my nigga thuggin'
Can't nothin' come between us, no bitch
No money
Yeah, they say you can't cheat death
Soon as that shit hit
It have life goin' left
Yeah, my nigga was the realest
Then somebody killed him
Now we out here trippin'
We out here drillin' bangin' for the set
Makin' sure every nigga left
Livin' gon' regret it
Paint niggas on T-shirts
My nigga ain't comin' back, I
Ain't gon' lie, man, This shit hurt
But I'm still steppin'
It send chills through my body knowin'
That Innerprize is up in heaven
All my niggas is gone, but I still exist
So I got on my knees and told God I repent
I'm a sinner and I know
That I'm gon' sin again
Killin' for my niggas and I'm
Killin' for these Benjamins
It's all about respect and it's
All about these dividends
My nigga dead and gone, I ain't gon' lie
I been missin' him
Man, I miss my nigga
Any time he was trippin'
I was trippin' with him
Got put on the gang
Now I'm Crippin' with him when he died
It's like a part of me had went with him
Man, I miss my nigga
Any time he was trippin'
I was trippin' with him
Got put on the gang
Now I'm Crippin' with him when he died
It's like a part of me had went with him
(Uh)
Shit just ain't the same
And these niggas ain't gang
Gettin' clout up off my name
I flash out from all the pain
'Cause when shit get real
All that love be fake
Me and my nigga talked about bein' big
That's why I drive Benz and keep
A house in the hills
Uh, I'm fully representin'
I'm pushin' to the limit 'til
The day I stop livin'
I'm a sinner and I know
That I'm gon' sin again
Killin' for my niggas and I'm
Killin' for these Benjamins
It's all about respect and it's
All about these dividends
My nigga dead and gone, I ain't gon' lie
I been missin' him
Man, I miss my nigga
Any time he was trippin'
I was trippin' with him
Got put on the gang
Now I'm Crippin' with him when he died
It's like a part of me had went with him
Man, I miss my nigga
Any time he was trippin'
I was trippin' with him
Got put on the gang
Now I'm Crippin' with him when he died
It's like a part of me had went with him
Here we are once again
Sayin' farewell to yet
Another fallen soldier
I know that negative thoughts are
Runnin' through your mind
Many of you wanna go do that
In which you think is right
But the question is, what is right?
In your mind, you wanna go use your nine
But we can no longer be blind
I'm just tryna open up your eyes
I know it's hard when you
Have been raised in
The same A-P Ts with someone for years
I understand when you have
Banged and represented the
Same S-E T with someone for years
You robbed, stole
Sold dope with this individual
You held your first gat
You got your first tat
You tossed your first rat
With this individual
I'm not here to water down the truth
I totally understand what you're thinkin'
And what you're sayin'
But the question I ask is when will
All the killing stop? Please remember this
That life is not like playin' checkers
One wrong move and you outta here
May God bless you
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Sin Again - G Perico
