The world so cold
A nigga gotta show no love
First met my girl
I tried to tell her I had no heart
That shit a get you killed
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
We’ll meet again when it all rotates
But until then
I refuse to lay down and roll over
That’s not my MO
That’s not our motion
You need a motive
You need to hand out?
Then relocate
We’ll snatch ya shit broad day
In the wide open
That’s called feedin’ the wolves nigga
We all hungry
We got some time
It’s all stolen
My mama ain’t supposed to be there
At my grand-closing
So if you won’t fight
You can’t go
We can’t fold
Written By Shawn Demetrius Price
Published by Golden Mile Studios - All Rights Reserved
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