Syx dimensional

Lyrics

And I go by SY( Urban Squad gang gang)
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I Lost my cuzzin 2muchh a year later after Tok
I’m f*cked up
Cant remember the last time we spoke
Waiting for my mom to call me
Just to tell me its a joke
Nope
He closed his eyes on earth
In heaven he awoke

I got this pain inside my heart
I gotta talk about it
Drown-in my tears i feel the rain
But ima mop around it
I got the news while I’m school
I had to walk up out it
My mind keep racing
Sh*t I’m facing
All the hurt surround it

How you gone say I gotta chill
When I got homies in a coffin
Sh*t be tragic where I’m from
It be n****s dying often
Keep a cool and keep it tool
Approach them red lights wit caution
Stay alert and tighten up
Cause they attack just when you soften up

Weak niggas be sad and they just mad
Because you smarten up
iRREGULAR was hard
But on my momma I’m just starting up
N****s don’t be wise enough
Listen to Hussle, Motivate and save yo bread
‘Til money moving like a armor truck

My first album worth them Bentley Bucks
I lost it all and got it back,
I made the teeter stuck
I only know about the swans
I never seen a duck
My mom side all bloods
They never needed luck


I thank the Lord for being patient
Shoot a opp and excel
You could be dead or doin life inna cell 
Momma
Say them sins gone send you to hell
We tote the glock and pray the lord we prevail
& I Ain’t tryna kill no one
I’m just tryna survive
We keep a Glocky and a colt 45
We just from a small town
But from the bottom we rise
I know that you can see the pain in my eyes


My ex lost her babydaddy
I was there for her
When her family was telling lies
I kept it real wit her
Was tryna build wit her
They drugged her up
Ain’t give a fuck
I had to deal wit her
& just my luck she fucked me up
I woulda killed for her

Stop tryna make me fall in love
B*tch ima dawg
She play my music wit her dude & I’m
Appalled
I took her down
Now shorty bussin wall to wall
Just know I’m slippin and I’m slidinnn if it’s bald

Speakin on my name is dangerous uhh
Drop to ya knees
An enemy gone feel that pain in us uhh
That lemon squeeze
We fill him up
He turn to crust
We make Meringue wit him
Played that n****
Cause he thought this was a game to him

I Thank the Lord for being patient
Shoot a opp and excel
You could be dead or doin life inna cell 
Momma
Say them sins gone send you to hell
We tote the glock and pray the lord we prevail
& I Ain’t tryna kill no one
I’m just tryna survive
We keep a Glocky and a colt 45
We just from a small town but from the bottom We rise
I know you can see the pain in my eyes