Quadir Lateef - Ghetto Fiction lyrics

He died with a pocket full of money, mouth full of gold A Condo on his wrist, bezel on froze if the good die young what happen to the OLD? n***as snitching on they mommas what happen to the code? You do dirt you get dirt that's the rule right? You bag dirt you sell dirt that's the move right? The school type they ain't never been the cool type The cool type serving 20 years that's what they do right? You ain't hard cause you locked up In a cell all scarred from a box cut In a cell all day mail pop up ya best friend boning ya chick she all knocked up Life pa**ing and you sitting in the f**ing feds Eyes twitching now you wishing you were drunk or dead Little brother found shot, pump to his head The only thing you taught him was to scrape hoes and get bread Momma hates you cause he loved you But you ain't love him you just love you Cause everything you did was so other people can love you Now you on the bottom bunk giving brain to that man above you HOOK He died with brick in his trunk, Dutch full of Kush A stash at his chick house with pills that he pushed If the good die young what happen to the old Its not the age it's the pressure that make n***a fold Big bank take little bank no account Stack bank until you bankrupt NO amount He can't read but you best believe baby boy can count You on point they don't get the point now they pointing out Reality of the fast life Fast money, fast women that's a fast night In the grave he was a slave in his past life Whipping raw bragging bout the broad he smashed last night ALLAH forgives so I forgive too Would you listen if I said I did a bid too? Or Would you listen if I said im getting bread too? Others rappers don't care what you been through But I love you so I'm really trying to help But it really don't matter if you don't really help your self And its really really sad getting really bad Got you talking of the phone on the other side of that gla** He died with a daughter and a son, wife all alone Trying to answer question like when daddy's coming home They said the good die young but that ain't really true How many brothers gotta died to make a better life for you?