Southside Killers ft. Road Runner Lyrics

When Nuski died, yea I cried

He got killed by the feds

And all this pain that I felt

When I let him to rest

You was my friend and my backbone

Now I'm use to death

They tell me let it go you're gonna

But still in my head

I'm at war with my inside

I'm getting high to feel this happiness

But I know there's a downside

You want war

Please come outside

I know a dope-boy in the east end

I know killers in the Southside

Lord if you're watching please help me

Murders round me got my heart heavy

Glock so jam I by you

Shootouts in the trenches and

Better run if we hop out the chevy

Oh this life I live it so deadly

Just to free belly

All for what

Just to free belly

Can't lie man love with these streets

Rap money moving all these P's

Would you please just tell me where to meet

Make sure you never let him in the back seat

That's how you die in these streets

And don't you cry in defeat

Work hard till you're back on you're feet

Good girl but she bad in the sheets

When Nuski died, yea I cried

He got killed by the feds

And all this pain that I felt

When I let him to rest

You was my friend and my backbone

Now I'm use to death

They tell me let it go you're gonna

But still in my head

I'm at war with my insides

I'm getting high to feel this happiness

But I know there's a downside

You want war

Please come outside

I know a dope-boy in the east end

I know killers in the Southside

The 6ix to 604

Got killers on the south side

I'm with Runna

We road runnin' on the east-side

Your bitch she like the stang

She wanna take a joyride

Drop top cruising round the hood

Lil bitch I'm verified

I'm at war

I been fighting with my insides

Can't believe I lost my bro

You was just alive

Speedin' swerving in the cat

Like I got 9 lives

Rolling backwoods up

Put my model Y in auto drive

Can't believe I lost my bro

That shit hurted

This Goofy pulled up to my crib

My demons went and they murked em

Turn his bitch ass to a stripper

Got the pole get to twerking

I ain't got time for you bitches

Been in my bag like a birkin

When nuski died, yea I cried

He got killed by the feds

And all this pain that I felt

When I let him to rest

You wan my friend and my backbone

Now I'm use to death

They tell me let it go you gonna

But still in my head

I'm at war with my insides

I'm getting high to feel this happiness

But I know there's a downside

You want war

Please come outside

I know a dope-boy in the east end

I know killers in the Southside