CHEST, BREATH ft. RMSY VI Lyrics

'Member Black Rock and Tony

You told them niggas where I lived

Was some conniving homies

The feeling was fresh as death

Yeah, when they stole Larry from me

They shot my nigga in his stomach over the mattress money

So I stay close to home, man, these niggas might try to chrome

And when he died, his sister started acting phony

I, and I don't blame her

Man, don't know who done popped her 'lil' Brodie

Now she off on her doley

And she keep it lowkey

And gotta keep glock, just in case she rock Jabronie

Wish I gave more attention

Wish I gave her oldies

Bumping Harold Melvin

While I reflect hard times, I miss you the issue is not us

Is not the issue is niggas crucial and truthfully

they deserve death

I cried and prayed across the church steps when stabbed Tasha, her flesh

4th floor of the 3rd steps

Lethal where we live

I wonder 'bout days

If we making it out, here so fuego

Like you was fresh

Out shower and afro was a hola

Projects looking like Nigerian legos

Hell no, I didn't say no

But I ain't really ever have it

If I did, I would give you the world

Think back on hard times, Aunt Pearl played spades with her legs open

The Brooklyn days, block parties

Yeah, when uncle rally took my candy money

Like pac said, "I ain't mad at cha nigga"

You gone now

all I ask, "If I can make my confession?"