Trinidad James - All Live$ Matter lyrics

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(Intro)

RIP Nutt (my nigga Nutt), RIP A$AP YAMS,

RIP Jacka, three colds, we just be loosin' niggas that we need

(Hook)

All of the real niggas dead

All of the pussy niggas strollin'

All of the real niggas dead

All of the pussy niggas strollin'

Ya know I don't condone it

Ya know I don't condone it

But I ain't got no control on 'em

I ain't got no control on 'em

I ain't got no control on 'em

I ain't got no control on 'em

These niggas need some help

These niggas need some help

But I can barely help myself

But I can barely help myself

(Verse)

Turn on my phone, another nigga dead

Turn on my phone, another nigga gone

RIP Jacka, I didn't even know 'em

But I know the Bay missin' homes

Somebody pour the liquor

Somebody wrote it strong

I done lost a couple real niggas

So I had to do it fo' 'em

And I had to inform my people bout these niggas

Envious niggas, thirsty fuck niggas

Fuckin' ugly gang, fo' a little glory and a fuckin' chain

Take yo life away in a day, nigga, I ain't even playin'

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Scrollin' down my Instagram, RIP my nigga Yams

Met 'im at the Fallice, supreme motors bittin'

Pulled up, freshed it up, fuckin' up a check

Always treated me like fam, nigga, so he got my respect

Lemme teach ya sum', nigga, lemme tell ya sum', nigga

Real nigga special and they don't come along often

These fuck niggas everywhere, this is just a warning

RIP to all my shottas, nigga

New York to New Orleans (amen!)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

RIP Big Donovan, been my nigga since middle school

Funny shit about that, he was the biggest nigga in middle school

Realest nigga on these blocks, tho, you don't wanna try 'im

I promise you, nigga, you don't want the pro'lem

I asked God sometimes why we had to lose 'im

Why these niggas hatin' on 'im, why they had to do it

This bloodshed ovarated, I don't mean to disrespect

I'd give it all right now to get my nigga back

(Hook)