boldy james & sterling toles - requiem lyrics
[verse]
my youngin’ lost his mother and father, was less fortunate
put up for adoption, no foster parents at the orphanage
the social worker, she could give a f+ck, she got her own problems
brodie wanted for an open murder: that’s his role model
growin’ up all he seen was [?] chrome [?] royal bottom
pourin’ up his problems, gettin’ weeded while he load hollow tips
and that extendo roll was runnin’ through the bundles
one time the bag came up short he had to shoot his uncle
wishin’ they never put his nana in that nursin’ home
was used to rollin’ [?] but brodie taught him how to work the phone
never kept a lot of company, he did his dirt alone
tight n+gga rock a phoenix jersey with nothin’ purple on
eleven hunnid or sumn’, we get the chirpies goin’
lil cous’ walkin’ down mcnichols tryna hurry home
prepaid call from the clique, that peewee murdered [?]
he knew somethin’ was wrong soon as he heard the tone
told him that it was me and petey who murdered [?]
turned him on, and everythin’ we touched it seemed to turn to stone
was any foul play, he should’ve been the first to known
wrote a rap about it, had to go back and reword the song
sippin’ acura, [?], now we burnin’ kanja
[?] green apple that’s a dirty [?]
dirty d+ckin’ simone, i heard she burned [?]
used to serve her brother ramone, until he [?]
moms and pops dead, peewee got a murder case
brodie on the run and he think his rap can [?]
uncle still in the [?], nana in [?]
brodie not allowed to step foot on his own stompin’ grounds
lil cous’ told him “peewee tell him, [?] k!lled your mans”
paid petey to get rid of [?] ‘fore he took the stand
now simone think her brother did it so she told jerome, “‘mone had somethin’ to do with it [?]”
never mix business with blood, they don’t belong
and it hurt to k!ll a n+gga you love, when it hit close to home
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