Lyrics
I love my mama with all my heart, she see the best in me
The artist expresses deep love and gratitude for his mother who sees the best in him.
No, I don't fuck with none of these niggas 'cause it be F a nigga
The artist distances himself from certain individuals, emphasizing a lack of trust and a disregard for them.
How you want me out the game? Look all the sauce I left in it
Defensive response to those questioning the artist's involvement in a certain lifestyle, highlighting the influence and impact he has left.
Go get get-back for the way I'm feelin', but it don't help really
The artist seeks revenge for his emotional state but acknowledges it doesn't truly alleviate his pain.
So please just bare with me
An appeal for understanding and patience from others.
Tired, got no spare with me
Expressing exhaustion and lack of resources.
Got hammers like the judge do, you tryna catch a death sentence?
A metaphorical reference to having powerful weapons, questioning if it's worth risking a severe consequence.
So please just bare with me
Reiteration of the plea for understanding and patience.
Tired, got no spare with me
Reinforcing exhaustion and lack of resources.
Lost Key, Wolph, Salay, I ain't gon' lie, them boys was special to me
Naming individuals (Lost Key, Wolph, Salay) who were significant and special to the artist.
I lost Wolph, Salay, and Key, I went and got more guns
The artist copes with loss by acquiring more firearms.
Ayy, Wolph remember it was dice how we used to come up
Recalling shared memories and expressing deep connection with those lost, especially Salay's tragic death.
At first, your mom ain't like me, but then finally, she grew love
-It was crazy, we grew up, all the hugs turned to slugs
-Key, I wish you had you a lil' one so I could spoil him
-Swear I miss your ass so much, you need a son
-Won't never forget how we was mobbin' in the club
-We was rockin' shows together, you was right there for everyone
-Every time it's time to go to war, you right there on the front
-I got a call, Salay died, shot by a cop behind the club
Reflecting on the harsh reality of the streets, expressing a hope for survival, and the challenges of leaving a difficult environment.
I was hopin' he survived, they only shot to put him under
-Streets don't love nobody who wanna go get out the gutter
-I love my mama with all my heart, she see the best in me
Repetition of earlier themes, emphasizing the artist's love for his mother, distrust for certain individuals, and the impact of significant losses.
No, I don't fuck with none of these niggas 'cause it be F a nigga
-How you want me out the game? Look all the sauce I left in it
-Go get get-back for the way I'm feelin', but it don't help really
-So please just bare with me
-Tired, got no spare with me
-Got hammers like the judge do, you tryna catch a death sentence?
-So please just bare with me
-Tired, got no spare with me
-Lost Key, Wolph, Salay, I ain't gon' lie, them boys was special to me
-I can't lie, Wolph motivated me to be the richest
-I can't lie, Key told me, "Put that money over bitches"
-Ayy, once I get these feelings, I be goin' distant
-Salay, you my fuckin' Z, my love for you be different
-Okay, let's just get it goin', I ain't goin' to sleep 'til the mornin'
-And I bleed what I'm throwin', know them Z's what I'm throwin'
-Friends, I done lost too many, I don't need any more
-Sippin' too much oil, you can see it leakin' through my pore
-Why the fuck you niggas left me without a warning?
-When Key was playin' city league, I was playin' Pop Warner
-And Wolph, he one year older than me, was three when he was four
-Got y'all initials on my face and I tattooed that shit in North
-I love my mama with all my heart, she see the best in me
-No, I don't fuck with none of these niggas 'cause it be F a nigga
-How you want me out the game? Look all the sauce I left in it
-Go get get-back for the way I'm feelin', but it don't help really
-So please just bare with me
-Tired, got no spare with me
-Got hammers like the judge do, you tryna catch a death sentence?
-So please just bare with me
-Tired, got no spare with me
-Lost Key, Wolph, Salay, I ain't gon' lie, them boys was special to me
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