(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Back to back rolling up, four in the morning, thinking about my nigga
Lord knows that I’ma miss you
Sometimes my life get super wild and I be wishing I was with you
But the turtle race continues
Don’t dot the door without my pistol
Just know whenever they come and get me, it’s gon’ be a bang out
Long live Bangout, he was the first to leave on this journey
Lord, don’t let me leave this earth so early
Let me watch my seeds grow and flourish
Promise to change my ways, I’m going corporate
Mama said this where the thuggin’ ends
I wonder who gon’ fix my heart, I wonder who gon’ wipe my tears
Wonder why my life hard, I wonder when my pain gon’ heal
And tell the feds I know they real, don’t want no smoke with ’em
But they had my brother, I had to come and get him
So many niggas fell a victim, lost off in the system
I hit my knees, God came and got me
So many court dates and funerals, tribulations and trials
Snakes with handshakes, crossed and crooked smile
From the streets to the bunk, from the bunk to the streets
Thug life ain’t dead, believe me
And for my niggas locked down, at war with the system
I promise to come and get you
And to my niggas dead and gone up in heaven, know I miss you
The turtle race continues, the turtle race continues, nigga
Turtle race, the turtle race, the turtle race continues
Mm, mm, yeah, turtle race, turtle
The turtle race continues, nigga
Yeah, uh, uh
The turtle race, the turtle race
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For sure
What you want, my nigga? And like, I was telling [?]
Yeah
Like, like, when you reach that level, my nigga [?]
And guess what? it’s like I lost a lot of motherfuckers that I [?]
And at the end of the day [?]