Chris Mann - Always On My Mind lyrics

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[Intro]See most of y'all sucka ass niggas wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was brokeAnd wouldn't last a day if you had moneyI seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that moneyIn God we trust! [Verse 1]My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' tooWe back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-booWe went to war with Sosa over a brick or twoSo for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could doI'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roofThey hit his body he went in shock, no PikachuNiggas aint bout it they talkin but really pick and chooseWe on our second strike, we aint got shit to loseAll my niggas is felons, all you niggas is tellinSoldier sold to them people, they gon get you to sell itThey gon get you to move it, they gon get you abusinThey gon get you a wire, like niggas gon use itYou gon tell on your brothas, what a lame homieI got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographedKids cryin at the viewing, I guess it was upset[Hook]We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the bestTalkin high-end gorillas, banana clips make a messI seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas foldI seen young niggas die because a young nigga toldFor the love of the money, for the love of the moneyFor the love of the money, love of the moneyMan, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the moneyI seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hitI seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitchIn God we trust[Verse 2]Lotta niggas act Tony-likeTold them deez everything you heard but thats your homie rightBut he got killers lurkin outside at your home tonightThey gon hit the crib and kill the kids, oh thats Kony rightOh thats Kony-like, everybody bleedCuz he come out in 2060, Christmas EveFirst time he went to prison he aint get to leaveFeds takin pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheeseOnce a local dude, shit the fire nowNever ever spit a rap but he got bars nowIm talkin fed time, yard up, yard downBaby mama cant pay the bills, shit is hard nowHow that make you feel, you should pay them billsMA spittin in them trays when they make yo mealNiggas shittin out them packs just to take them pillsAnd his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is realNiggas turn to Muslim, niggas turn to ChristianThey gave him life, he tryn appeal it, got him on a missionHis homies aint learn, they still in the kitchenThey firin bullshit, that coka aint swimminIts coming up short, no food on the forkNiggas is catchin cases, niggas is goin to courtHe done slaved in the field, you the one on the porchWith the gun in your hand, try and run with the man[Hook][Outro]Hey look, Ima tell you like thisIf you in school nigga, stay in schoolIf you got a job nigga, stay at workIf you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin family niggaCuz this shit aint meant for everybody dawgEverybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shitAnd then they start talkin that shit[Hook]