(Intro)
(Mack House Entertainment)
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, look we ain't no t—
Ayo this go hard
(We love you, Perc)
For real now, uh, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, yeah, mhm
I changed my ways, mhm, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, yeah, mhm, come on
I changed my ways, mhm, yeah, yeah
Get back to the basics, yeah, mhm
They changed on us, ayy, ayy, brrt
(Verse 1: NLE Choppa)
A whole lot of swishers and dracs (On God)
Pull on this street, you ain't makin' it out
Nigga, you know how we play? (Know how we play?)
Makin' that bed, he gon' lay in that bed
No resurrecting from the dead, uh (Nah)
Fresh as hell if thе feds lookin'
Fresh as hell if thе feds watchin'
Twenty on his head, good profit
What that is? That's another body, uh
Pray to the Lord that we get that lil' boy
I repented, and penned (Come on), and he penned some more (Ah-hah)
Sent a lot of costs, and took a lot of losses
But that shit made me a boss, so yeah
Heard what he said? We leavin' him red (Brrt)
Mechanical Choppa, a whole lot of lead (Brrt, brrt)
Ride for my dawg like a ped, yeah
(Chorus: Tracy Denise Smith & NLE Choppa)
Children are cryin', people are dyin'
Children are cryin', people are dyin'
They died in the streets, they got no place to sleep
Children are cryin', people are dyin'
Ayy, ayy (Let's do it, brrt)
(Verse 2: NLE Choppa)
Rock out with this stick, no, I'm keepin' my metal (Keepin' my metal)
7.62, out of the devil (Out of the devil)
Gun in this car got a hunnid or better (Hunnid or better)
Choosin' the Glock and neglectin' Baretta's (Neglectin' Baretta's)
How you gon' step to a stepper?
We robbin' the robbers and killin' the killers, etcetera (Bang)
Put my shooter on the pedestal (Come on)
Hollow tip, eat them like an edible, edible (Come on, come on), oh
Same gun that I kill bro with (Brrt)
Step on niggas like dog shit (Brrt)
Ion need me a condom, got a raw bitch (Raw bitch)
Fuck the police, we ain't saw shit (We ain't saw shit)
I was just laid back chillin', they made me a villain
I put yo niggas in position (Mhm)
Said: "I couldn’t come back to the hood"
In my auntie's living room chillin', makin' millions
Rolls Truck, half a ticket, parked outside in the trenches, nigga, no fixin'
Post it up, shirt off with a glizzy
This the life that we dream, just cheerin'
He said, what? (Ah), dead crickets (Yeah)
Pasted in lead, nigga, we can't kick it (Nah)
Blood on my hands, nigga, lickin' KFC chicken
We whippin' birds in the kitchen
(Chorus: Tracy Denise Smith & NLE Choppa)
Children are cryin' (They cry for real), people are dyin' (Nigga die for real)
Children are cryin' (They mama too), people are dyin' (Dead for real)
They die in the streets (They die in the streets)
They got no place to sleep (They got no place to sleep)
Children are cryin' (They cry for real), people are dyin' (I said they dyin' for real)
(Verse 3: NLE Choppa)
No button on hip, this a built-in switch (Brrt, brrt)
At a nigga door like ding dong ditch (Come here)
Twin Glocks on me, Lilo and Stitch (For real)
He ain't my homie, I'd Melly that bitch (Hah)
That's like how life goes, you live and you die (Die)
Smile or cry, win, lose, or a tie (Tie)
I'm the same guy, all-white
Hit it right on the nose, nigga play a fly
(Outro: NLE Choppa & Tracy Denise Smith)
Mhm
Ayy, look man, just free Teevo, too
We back on y'all nigga ass
Man just gave him a honey bun like a fat kid
You know what it is?
Ha, ha, ha, yeah
Come on, baby
Children are cryin', people are dyin'
Children are cryin', people are dyin'
They die in the streets, they got no place to sleep
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