[Hook x2]
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
[Verse 1]
Tears on my face, blood on my LeBrons
I'm sitting here with my partna in my arms
I knew that he could possibly be gone
Cause I said his name and I didn't get a response
We was like brothers, used to hang tight
We used to wear the same clothes, rode the same bike
We even f** the same hoes, we was the same height
I played sports, he was more into the gang life
He kept a 40 cal, extended clip
He started stealing cars, always had different whips
Shawty kept it 100, never flipped the script
But I never seen the demons he was dealing with
sh** happened so fast
All I heard were shots and broke gla**
I just remember being so mad
But I had to play dead until them n***as drove past
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Word on the street, he knew this bird name Patrice
He sold a brother a couple pounds of herb and a key
I know where he stay, where he serve, where he be
Swerved hit the curb then a blur, he asleep
My partna was a well known finesser
But it hurt my heart to see him pale on a stretcher
Grabbed the chopper, got the shells off the dresser
I'm stressin' cause I've never felt this type of pressure
My n***a hit 'em with the dummy brick special
It's only so long before they gon' catch ya
Do I admit what my partna did was disrespectful
Do I make it 'bout revenge, either way I feel regretful
So we jumped inside my homeboy Caprice
Riding strapped to the home of Patrice
If we get caught I know we gone up the creek
It's well known in the streets when it's on then it's beef
It's hard to sleep when
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
The perfect time to do a crime is when the night fall
Before we hit the corner, turn the lights off
Plastic gloves, make sure all the burners wiped off
And we k**ing any witnesses if they might talk
That's when I started second guessing
Is this all just a lesson?
I do music for a living shawty this ain't my profession
And all my n***as k**ers, so who am I impressin'?
I feel like Tre in the back of that Impala
The closer we get, my decision gettin' harder
Do I listen to my friends or do I listen to my father
Cause I know them n***as gon' be coming back tomorrow
[Outro]