Tammy Son Lyrics

Same ones who said they wouldn't switch, the ones who lied to me

Same ones I gave the most love, the ones who plied it on me

When shit get real and it's time to slide, who gon' ride for me

When my coffin get put down, who gon' cry for me

With all this fake love goin' on, who gon' cheer me up

When I'm down and on my dick, who gon' big me up

Don't speak on problems cause you ain't still, who gon' listen, bruh

But if they listen for they cap, and they don't wanna see me up

They'll back door you and backstab you, pay attention to em

Truth will tell you who they is, just gotta listen for em

Got homies behind that wall for decades, and I'm here for em

Got homies gone that I miss, just wanna hear from em

Quinn, I got you

Rambo, I got you

Peek-a-boo, I got you

Lil' Roscoe, I ain't forgot you

Infinite, I got you

Ralph, I got you

Damn, got a name by all 20 more partners

Lil' bro told me while he was down the road

Making grown man moves, you gotta hold your own

They around only when you up, big bro

Bro, crop em out, I'm 10 toes, 72 months

I knock it out, so from then on

Could nobody tell me nothing

You think struggle, you gon' struggle

But your ass better switch it up

Buildin' a future for your family

Your ass need to build it up

Demand your respect, no one gon' give it up

On the gang, only solid niggas is the ones who can sit with us

From the sandbox to the dog pound is the ones who can eat with us

Hate gon' come, rather you on the top or not

Don't like bitches, I gotta remind

But niggas, I gotta watch

I used to slide on the block like who I'm droppin', nigga

To the opps, I pop out like what's Mackin', nigga

Seen the flag, I'm at they neck like what you rockin', nigga

Yeah, I'm him, I'm a demon, I'm a monster, nigga

Mama prayed that her son stayed away from demons

But society labeled me a heathen

Being black with a record, with aggression

Gave them all the reasons

But my daughters gave me all my reasons

I run a corner from death, but it's a daily slide

Hurt me, dog died before he could see his baby's eyes

My homie did six years, said he down to ride

Came home eight months later, he caught 85

Just throwin' numbers like a auction, it ain't makin' sense

My young nigga called 22 off his first offense

I swear the streets ain't for everybody

But the streets invite everybody

That's just the way it go

I just pray that I make it home, tell me soon

I just pray that I make it home

I just pray that I make it home

I just pray

I just pray

I just pray

I just pray