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kool g rap - sad lyrics

[verse 1]
when i was workin’ with the wet
stick up men came in and murdered my connect
i was(sad)
when my first hood b-tch cookie
found out the hoe gave another n-gga the p-ssy
made me (sad)
i was only 14 and
n-gga popped off, when i got older i seen her
she was (sad)
as i pulled away in that cream benz
left her with her three kids from a dude in the state pen
(sad)
when they shot up some of my street friends
every time i beat a new case i know police been
(sad)
when my moms and my pops past
every time i push that drop past the crib i be
(sad)
when i got the news they robbed ?
big al layed in the coffin homie the sight of it was
(sad)
his wifey ballin in a snot rag
both bill veins got slain i know the block had
(sad)
n-ggas and chicks up and down the strip
couldn’t even step to they wake, because i found the sh-t
(sad)
i know most a y’all relate to this
n-gga love that hood life, but got a escape cause it’s
(sad)

[hook]
this can’t be life, i’m only tryin’ a make my bread
older people like “you made your bed to lie in it”
in five minutes i’m a lose it and pop off lead
what’s close to me like hold ya head
hold ya head
can’t be life, i’m only tryin’ a make my bread
older people like “you made your bed to lie in it”
five minutes i’m a lose it and pop off lead
what’s close to me like hold ya head
but ahk it’s (sad)

[verse 2]
watchin’ your loved ones struggle
and land they self inside that blood puddle
the struggle got me (sad)
when my sis died from a high fix
and had my baby cold in the box stiff
whole family (sad)
ready to k!ll every drug dealer that chopped sit
and pop on any kid i see block pitchin’
but ahk livin’ (sad)
got the same pain that i feel
n-gga mom strung out, only difference she nod still
(sad)
when i see a crack prost-tute in high heels
still think she got that slammin’ body and fly grillers
(sad)
she’ll fix you up for a five bill
once she stole that dope boy package and got a guy k!lled
(sad)
it’s a every day in the hood thing
what our black women do, men do for that cooked caine
(sad)
for a n-gga diamonds and wood grain
stuck my foot in the game kid, they got a crook playin’
(sad)
i’m only tryin’ a get some good change
every time they look at me strange, i got a push things
(sad)
no, its not a good thing thing
words of misery in my rhyme book as the hood sing
(sad)

[hook]

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