Lil Coner Follow

damn....the more i tilt this bottle of hennessey,
the more i dont see the chaiains??,
the more i dont see the diamonds....
sometimes i wish i was locked up agian
when i have no worries
and not give a fuck bout nobody
fuck the fame u can keep dat shit
ima star in my hood like the bronx health flik
i seen death like that boy on 6th sens
marvin gay on these hoes keep love so distant
man im fly like im dinzel,
will i make it up to heaven,,only time will tel
they flood the block with lots of coka,
just to push out da thugs n fill iraq wit soldiers
the gas prices stay high like siblings
fukin 9 to 5 and the cost of livin
echos,echos ring thru the ghetto
everyday playin russian rulette wit heavy metal
the rain pours out my eyes since my mom died
the only 1 thing that cud eva make this thug cry
my hoods like doin time in jail
i hear my moms from the clouds sayin son dnt fail
->chorus<-(2x)
son dont worry no more
mommas lookin out 4 u
u gettin so old now
paths to take a rose to choose
keep on movin like a soldier moves
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i was born in the spring 1976
used to walk to skool in my cortez kicks
wed take pics wit guns n pistols
2nd chance told my folks yo son gots issues
i cover pain wit my mitchell N S
i got tha whole block sown like needle n thread
fuck all dees fake thugs
these bomb ya drink man i sla dumb bitches giv a fuck wat u think
the cops stay on my dick like magnums
42 inch chain rows gold n madallions
i rok the red rag like the game ya bitch
put u in the trunk like a gangsta flik
i snort cain just 2 ease my pain
n i hope i die listnen 2 the sound of rain
momma, momma,neva gon say bye
pappa,if you knew we only had the same life

->chorus<-(2x)

ima legend in these steets like ?trues and voges?
neva deal where ya sleep man choose ur folks
my 1 bar pussy kills ur 16
dad still cant belive son killed at 16
fuck all the taxes that build the prisons
plus all the crooked cops that help fill the system
they fill the system wit blacks an ours
make the white people think that we sick like sars
i ride the bart train to get away
knowin lifes after death plus a better way
my homeboy why he die from cancer
he was too yung to leave God i want my answer
i stay up late thinkin all alone
will my life be just like my briken home
i buy clothes just to build the steam??
is this real life im livin or just a dream(just a dream)
just a dream, just a dream

->chorus<-(2x)

(..????..)my baby..choose wisley my soldier(2x)