Kendre Alston lyrics

[Chorus]
(6)
(This might be the realest sh*t I ever wrote)
Jail or the grave, I'm a man, I can f*ckin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain't dumb, I'mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he f*ckin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, n*ggas done f*cked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I'm cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta n*ggas cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis

[Verse 1]
Police on my ass say I'm involved in a couple murders
Rick, the f*ckin' police, was a savage, hе a f*ckin' worker
Plus they took Strapp, God punishin' all us on purpose
But I'mma play my rolе, curtains closed till it's f*ckin' over
Reap what you sow, check the sco', karma do to all
Ask about Lil 6, red rum, he watch bodies fall
Ask about lil rapper, he a b*tch, tellin' on his dawgs
My heart f*ckin' gone, by my lonely, back against the wall
Look Cojack in his eyes like I know lil bro gon' ride for me
Just talked to Bibby Osama he said "Sonny" he gon' die for me
Lil K just hit my line sayin' "Don't let them check you off the streets"
No other way around it but Sandreka gotta bury me
TMI, them boys that bout OutWest,them n*ggas scared of me
TMI, them boys that's OverEast, they might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat, why you tryna put that cell on me?
f*ckin' with that voodoo, told my auntie put that spell on me
Yo favorite smacker pus*y, he vagina, see it in his face
Shoutout to [?] he got my diamonds wetter than a lake
We got the same dream, I could never hate on Yungeen Ace
Guess jit don't f*ck with me, cool, I still eat a K
Even though we goin' through it, b*tch, it's still free Lil Soulja K
'Cause his b*tch ass would cry if he found out I died today
I refuse to let these n*ggas turn my name into a holiday
March 19th '15 still cryin' bout Lil Kendre Day
[Chorus]
Jail or the grave, I'm a man, I can f*ckin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain't dumb, I'mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he f*ckin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, n*ggas done f*cked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I'm cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta n*ggas cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis

[Outro]
And you know karma do to all when you watch them bodies fall
It's too late to leave the streets
They spread rumors "I'm a shooter," got them rats like [?]
War ready when it's beef
War read when it's beef
Yes lord