WP Chronicles lyrics

[Intro]
Light a spliff then you wave it in the air air
Take a sip of the 40 n*gga yeah yeah
'Nother n*gga end up dead teddy bear bear
Bodies getting painted red you couldn’t care care

[Verse 1]
When my n*ggas died
Felt like I died stuck gasping for air
Another n*gga gone that Philly stench that whiffs in the air
You ain’t never struggled less you had to eat with plastic silverware my n*gga
Yeah them meals you couldn’t feel my n*gga
Yeah I’m talking microwave dolla' dinners
Sittin' on my porch smoke a blunt cop cars whistlin'
Rap snitches be they own star witness
But I’m sitting in the stands as the jokes talk business

[Chorus]
With a spliff in the air air
Take a sip of the 40 n*gga yeah yeah
Nother n*gga end up dead teddy bear bear
Bodies getting painted red you couldn’t care care
Light a spliff then you wave it in the air air
Take a sip of the 40 n*gga yeah yeah
Nother n*gga end up dead teddy bear bear
Bodies getting painted red you couldn’t care care
[Verse 2]
When you pulled that trigger
Tell me n*gga, how could you feel so bigga
Independent, thugging n*ggas without no comprehension
In the game stuck in the mud
Without no pot to p*ss in
Killing n*ggas, with no thought
Just for some random b*tches
Did you feel that pressure
Took a n*gga life without no second question
Now I hear his momma’s cries every night Praying for her son to come home as I sit and write
Maybe one day another life another homicide

[Chorus]
Spliff in the air air
Take a sip of the 40 n*gga yeah yeah
Nother n*gga end up dead teddy bear bear
Bodies getting painted red you couldn’t care care
Light a spliff then you wave it in the air air
Take a sip of the 40 n*gga yeah yeah
Nother n*gga end up dead teddy bear bear
Bodies getting painted red you couldn’t care care

[Outro]
Does it sound hypocritical to get philosophical
Standing in the mirror getting redder in my opticals
Water rushing down salty like the tropicals
Then I turn another page
Nother chapter for the chronicles
Yeah my n*gga passed but I’m still catching up to you
Yeah my n*gga dead but I’m still looking up to you
Yeah my n*gga gone and that’s the saddest truth
Now I light another spliff when I think about you and I