It Speaks

I seen that boy laid on the floor he only twenty years

Was smarter than his niggas but they caught him out his peers

Mama almost flood the casket all them fucking tears

And now his little brother riding he ain't got no fears

You do the crime you do the time he hope the law don't catch him

Niggas made this shitt personal he can't wait to catch him

He could've threw his dog a bone but he can't let him fetch him

He want to look boy in the eye when he get to stretch him

Demons on his back talking shit got him paranoid

Convinced that catching these niggas gon help him feel the void

Grew up on a cold corner all he bumped was Lloyd

Now that nigga in a box never fought like Floyd