Ill Be Around
[Verse 1: Allmothug]
415 reppin' lightskin braids done
Game fully automatic feeling like a hand gun
Brother lived fifteen now I'm living twenty one
Youth playing Russian roulette when it comes to murda
Brown skin Mexican strolling through the neighborhood
Police on my jock rolling like a backwood
If I was hitting licks man you'd know I'd pull a Robin Hood
Steal from the rich and I'd give to my ghetto hood
Pro club fit is my go to color
The homies on different blocks
Same struggles tripping on each other
Jack mission trynna make it out the gutta
Shoutout to the father figures played by these single mothers
Ignorance is bliss so what you wanna do?
This the mindset that we learned young as kids
Sippin' a forty for the homie then pour it out
Thugged out got my loved ones tatted on my skin