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crizalogy - real homie lyrics

(verse one)
there was a 15 year old boy by the name of isaiah defranco
he always had his heater tucked f-cking loaded with ammo
always skipping school, hanging with gang members, wearing his bandana
every time he walked around in the streets, he c-cked up that hammer
it wasn’t a joke growing up in clarks-dale, mississippi
he always used to bump fifty, drank some 40s
his life was never ever boring
trapping till the early morning
but it starts to get worse in this story
he meet another boy that was 17 named marqu is goodwin
he always had a couple bands on him so he was hood rich
marquis said, “heard you be gang banging on this block a lot?”
isaiah told him, “why you coming at me like a op”
he said “chill n-gga i be rolling with marcel and them”
marcel and isaiah kicked it, they were some good friends
he said, “isaiah you ever hit a f-cking l!ck before?”
he told him, “nah n-gga, why? we finna rob a store?
they bonded more and then marquis became a bad influence
isaiah’s momma on crack, did not know what she was doing
isaiah’s father was caught up on the bricks he was moving
isaiah had none to look up to cuz his parents foolish
early in the morning isaiah crawled out of his bed
he called for his mother and then he saw his mother dead
isaiah momma’s entire body was laying on the floor
isaiah looked to his left, there was freebase on the stove
isaiah broke down in tears and called 12 and than he dipped
he started grasping his holster that was connected to his hip
he saw marquis sitting and smoking lotta dope on the corner
marquis said, “my n-gga come cool here this is way too boring.”
isaiah said, “my momma just died because she overdosed”
marquis said, “my condolences, d-mn, life can be so cold”
isaiah said, “i’m so filled up with anger and depression”
marquis said, “it’s all good because i got my smith and wesson
they rolled up to a house that isaiah hasn’t been to before
the place looked broken down and it had burglar bar doors
isaiah said, “my n-gga, my life sucks and there is no hope”
marquis said, “this the n-gga who sold yo momma that c0ke”
isaiah said, “where he at? is that b-tch n-gga at home?”
marquis said, “yeah, there’s no cars so it looks like he’s alone”
the door opened and isaiah couldn’t believe his eyes
marcel looked at isaiah and he had his mouth opened wide
marquis pointed the gun at marcel and he threatened him
marquis said, “do you sell c0ke? n-gga answer the question”
marcel said, “yeah, i k!lled one my clients recently”
marquis said, “k!ll this n-gga, you gotta be kidding me”
isaiah pulled out his gun and shot marcel in his face
isaiah dropped his gun and realized he gon catch a case
marquis looked isaiah and gave him a quirky smile
that’s when isaiah released that marquis is a lier
isaiah dropped his gun because he was in total shock
marquis said, “in about two minutes it finna be hot”
isaiah said, “what the f-ck have you done to my f-cking mother..”
marquis said, “i spiced her c0ke and k!lled her my f-cking brother.”
isaiah said, “there’s no way because i just k!lled marcel”
marquis said, “i sold white too my n-gga, you couldn’t tell”
isaiah said, “why the f-ck you spike my mother and k!lled her?”
marquis said, “i needed more money, my n-gga? ya heard?”
isaiah picked up his gun and tried to shoot him in his temple
marquis laughed and said, “my n-gga why the f-ck are you so simple”
the police came and said, “drop your weapon before we shoot”
they shot isaiah and the cops said “i’m getting sick of coons”

(outro)
whos your real homie?
huh

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