The Story 2.5 lyrics

[Intro]
(ATL Jacob)
On my son, this sh*t was a freestyle, you know what I'm sayin'?
I just, when this muthaf*cka spoke to my mind (ATL Jacob)
So if I ain't say your name, just know I love y'all for sure, you know what I'm sayin'?
No hard feelings, you feel me?

[Verse]
Late night sleepin' through them gunshots
Yeah, police sirens, that sh*t everywhere (That sh*t everywhere)
No one to blame 'cause there ain't no victim there (No victim there)
Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares ('Cause no one cares)
All I had was all the trappers, all I had was all the trappers
All I had was all the rap n*ggas in the hood tryna come up
All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
Neighborhood hero
Fell out with my main n*gga, yeah, I thought that I really loved him, uh
Shout out to my n*gga Varney, but you know that's that n*gga brother, uh
Rex, that's my dog forever, never undercover, uh (No, no)
And these b*tches wanna f*ck and suck on us, but we'll never love 'em yeah, uh (Get back)
Randy always got the weed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ikey off the flats T'd, yeah, yeah, yeah (Flats)
And you know what Twin doin', ridin' around with that a hundred shot (Brr)
On that twenty block perimeter, I heard he was tryna look for opps (Where you at?)
No tellin' what Jason and DThang doin', they probably with thots (Eaters)
Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with opps (b*tches)
Catch Hypno on Damen, he ridin' with mops (Gang, gang)
Even though that n*gga a gangster, he ride with us (Gang, gang)
Tory, he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee (For real, for real)
We did sh*t with the whole Lam', but they secrets safe with me (Be quiet)
Chubbz and OJ leave you slumped if you play with me (For real, for real)
I can't tell you foenem name, but they play with C (Shh)
I'd say f*ck rap, shoot a n*gga dead if they play with Steve (Brr)
Gotta keep it low, shout out Boonie Moe, but he play with keys (He do, he do)
Beeski and Yellow, they drunk as hell off the Rem' thang (My brothers)
GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get they rent paid (Gang, gang)
Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye-to-eye, but I love them boys (My brothers)
They saved my life and they don't know it, that's why I love them for it (My brothers)
I love O'Block, we had some words, that sh*t like tug of war (My n*ggas)
That sh*t went far, but not that far, them boys my brothers, boy (On God)
Heard some sh*t with THF, but I don't believe the rumors (My n*ggas)
Them my real brothers, so we cannot get into it (My shooters)
That sh*t what Top 'nem did, just forget 'em for it
You know we gang-gang, gang-gang, 300, Glory Boyz (3Hunna)
300 two times my 600s (600)
A show or not a show, for sure, for sure them boys is comin' (For real, for real)
Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case (Facts)
I had caught a case, Dede caught a case (Facts)
We couldn't get out at once, that sh*t lame (Facts)
They say I left 'em in that jam hangin', that sh*t pain (False)
Like that hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah), I know that hurt you, n*gga (That hurt you)
Nights I made you go in the crib like a curfew, n*gga
What's crazy, Baby D, you think I'd hurt you, n*gga (That sh*t crazy)
I ain't gon' talk about my past relation, but you hurt your n*gga (b*tch)
Dogg Pound took me in when I had no one, n*gga (No one, n*gga)
We go way back, way-way back, we had no guns with us (Young n*ggas)
Murdertown gang-gang, they was turnt up with us (My n*ggas)
Main Jane, E Rob, Tyson, Smooth know what it is (For real, for real)
Lil Law daughter, Lil Charles son, I love them kids (I love them kids)
And I gave them what they want when no one did (When no one did)
Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids (On God)
I heard rumors they not mine, but I know my kids (Let's get it)
Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talked to the dead (Talk to the dead)
How you a killer and a snitch? You threw in the flag (Damn)
Reese Money, Fredo, SD
Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah)
Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond (Had a bond)
When the whole gang had deals and we had fun (Had fun)
Rell, that's my brother like my dad's son (My dad's son)
I ain't never got no abortion case, say on my dead son (No, no)
I f*ck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes (Gang, gang)
f*ck with the kings, souls, mafias, and all of the cobras
All the upcoming rappers, I salute ya
Don't get in my way tryna get some fame, I'll shoot ya (Bang)
I'll take off these Gucci loafers and suit up (Turn up)
Pop me a Percocet, molly, I boot up
[Outro]
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