Ace Hood - Lil n***a (Interlude) lyrics

Well it’s gotta be one of the unwritten laws Supportin that we all guiding us ah? Them lil n***as out in the world lost nowadays Lil n***a from a small city 17, he playin 4 door, roll with it Lil n***a, major plans after school finish All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it Lil n***a all A’s and some cool grace Them n***as is homies, phonies, they parted ways All because the lil n***a focused on his grades Doin the college vengeance to Florida State Lil n***a got his mind right Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white Oh girl steady going through and See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it? Lil n***a watch him mad as a motherf**er Lil n***a fed up with section 8 struggles So lil n***a tryina make a way Said f** it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made Called his cousin, that lil n***a told him crime pays Lil n***a like whatever to get my mom straight Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38 Like f** a case, lil n***a started seein cake After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate By this time lil n***a on some other sh** Lil n***a thuggin, motherf**in scholarship Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them Whole future gone, lil n***a had a gift Lil n***a smoke a purp blunt All he wanna do is murk something Lil n***a keep his 5 with him Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper Lil n***a ruined by society Lil n***a screw up his priorities Lil n***a took in by that peer pressure Started getting money, make the flicks jealous Grind away, them n***as want his head Price on that lil n***a – couple grand At first that lil n***a wanted by the feds Them other n***as talkin crazy how they want him dead It was 9 o’clock on a Friday Lil n***a trappin where his mom stay Couple lil n***as in the driveway Lil n***a mama gone, she’ll be back at 8 Couple hours pa**ed, youngin like it’s getting late Lil n***a said he home but sh** let’s make a shape Plus mama called like know how them n***as off in the place So lil n***a grabbed his pistol and his .38 Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies Lil n***a slippin so they letting off the Uzi Shots started firin, 2 to the head Damn, lil n***a dead