TFG Bigz - Mission lyrics

[Intro: Dooney Mac] Gang, gang TFG in this b**h R.I.P Midnite, King Shoota, Numba 6, 2 Pap [Verse 1: Dooney Mac] Not a lotta n***as I can say I really miss Cried so many tears, don't think I got too many left All this pain from this sh**, cause them my n***as dead Ask why so many times I can write this list See I got Pappy missing, Numba 6, and now my n***a Mid Why you gone? One day good, next day go wrong Tell the truth, been lost I ain't got no soul You'll sweat off yo shots, I ain't got control Can't take that lost gotta ride for folks n***as gon pay for the sh** they did cause for Mid I'm taking all kind of smoke Cause it's on now f** the next n***a, I'm packing chrome now I don't think they on what I'm on cause I'm thinkin' bout runnin' in hittin' homes now Piss on yo b**h, take yo momma soul, kid on the sofa, burn the whole couch Yeah that sh** foul but I don't give a f** cause since I shorty I done took the wrong route So God forgive my sins All night, toking guns, popping pills Been in this sh** since a kid, I ain't have no guidance, just wanna fit in So I tote them guns with the same n***as I know'll blow for me And ain't no hoe in me, and ain't no hoe in them f** this life, n***a cause I know it ends Everybody blowin' now, nobody throwin' hands But sh** hit the fan now, I just hope to see my fam now And my mans, n***a they ain't dead n***a, they just watching over my head cause a n***a got plans now Lord take me out of these streets, b**h I'm playing for keeps It's either you or it's me I ain't have a crib by the seas, I had to go and get it, I was tryna eat And I throw up my hands for him cause he kept me here Now my mans know, I ain't fan of many, I'm a fan of him I give it all: cars, clothes, bread for him This sh** f**ed up, make yo head spin Homie's [?] that our man's k**ed, mind on the sofa Like a treadmill, tryna stop the pain, can't do a damn thing cause I live that [Interlude: Streets] Shoutout Dooney, lil' bro in here going crazy TFG Bigz, TaySav, up next TFG in this b**h! [Verse 2: TFG Bigz] Everyday this sh** get real Everyday risk my life, I could've been k**ed Everyday in the field sh** got real, so everyday a n***a had to keep the steel Real shottas, we don't need no pills to drill They been piped, sh** crazy but that's how it feel Mid and Shoota gone, damn it's so hard to chill So I try my best just to f**in' climb [?] Remain focused, keep chasing dollar bills Young wild n***a tryna chase a mill Keep running, can't stop till I touch a mill Free Drizzy, pray to lord that he get the appeal Five shooters but one of the shooters got k**ed So much pain in my heart, I think I'll never heal I done been in that cell and I ain't never squealed Just stick to what I know and keep my mouth sealed [Verse 3: TaySav] n***as know I'm from the Pole where it's cold at Where you need a sweater or a coat at Where you get froze at, f** around and shot in the throat at n***as better act like they know that, 'fore you get blowed at Send shots at us we gone blow back Pickin' n***as off, no Kodak Get yo money up, lil' n***as cause we blow stacks f** em right off then we get into some more stacks Cause I can't see myself in the position where I and lil' bro could be lost to that system Be caution round snakes, don't get poisoned by venom You snitching then you end up lost with the victim My n***as not switching, I swear they so savage, n***a However you want it, we gone let you have it, n***a Head shots clear the scene, so tragic, n***a Bail out, disappear like magic, n***a (Hol' on!) They like damn boy, you sound like 2 Pap All white everything just like 2 Pap Got two k**ers with me and they both got two straps Both ready to blow, like a big a** tumor Who shot you, I don't know, bet you, you won't shoot back Send my crew to any n***a who want beef, we do that Slide through if he lacking, folks 'nem gon do that Then it's back to the block, smoking dope and cooling We got Dooney on stand-by, one call, he come through Dog ride up, throwing shots, ain't no rumble If you try to play in this field, make you fumble We be movin' weight like we tryna gain muscle n***a ain't no tussles, whole lotta bang outs My n***as insane so let my n***a Bang out We be sendin' shots wherever these n***as hang out Tell Lucci slide, he gon' knock a n***a brains out