He died with brick in his trunk, Dutch full of Kush A stash at his chick house with pills that he pushed If the good die young what happen to the old Its not the age it’s the pressure that make nigga fold
Big bank take little bank no account Stack bank until you bankrupt NO amount He can’t read but you best believe baby boy can count You on point they don’t get the point now they pointing out
Reality of the fast life Fast money, fast women that’s a fast night In the grave he was a slave in his past life Whipping raw bragging bout the broad he smashed last night
ALLAH forgives so I forgive too Would you listen if I said I did a bid too? Or Would you listen if I said im getting bread too? Others rappers don't care what you been through But I love you so I'm really trying to help
But it really don’t matter if you don’t really help your self And its really really sad getting really bad Got you talking of the phone on the other side of that glass
He died with a daughter and a son, wife all alone Trying to answer question like when daddy's coming home They said the good die young but that ain't really true How many brothers gotta died to make a better life for you?
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“This is the First Single of my New Mix Tape “Medicine Music” The Track is Called “Ghetto Fiction” Because Todays Mainstream rap is Ghetto Fiction and Rappers lie and Paint misleading pictures of Drug Life, Night Life and What being REAL is…… Please Help Spread this Message!!!!”
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