Lyrics
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Intro: Snowy White & TaySav
This is my blues (Gang... Gang)
'Cause I'm back down on my own again (It’s TFG)
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing (Shout out Meek)
When the night is cold and lonely
Verse 1: TaySav
I turned Insane back when they killed my brother
Now a young nigga out here on the come-up
And niggas be out here some real undercovers
'Cause they get to telling and shit
Send 'em to Hell for that shit
If you snitching, we nailing you quick
I can't bail on my clique 'cuz my brother got nailed for that shit
So my niggas can't settle for shit
We riding around my side of -Town
Where it's cold as Hell, but my windows down
Cooling with the bros, we in Uptown
All these groupies, hoes wanna fuck now
'Cuz we up and we next, and we stuntin', we flexin'
We run through a cheque like we passin' a test
And they mad that I ball, so they aim for my neck
But I'm never afraid 'cuz I ride with that TEC
So what's up, nigga? Wanna bump or get slumped?
You can ride in my trunk for a trip to the bus
I remember them days when I used to be stuck in that rain by myself, had to wait for the bus
Bitch, I'm the best, I ain't here for a fussin' about nothing 'cuz that shit ain't up for discussion
Swear on my brother, I seen this shit coming
I always just thought that my brother was coming off
Interlude: TaySav & Snowy White
This is my blues
Bitch, we 2Pap
It's crazy as hell how that shit played out
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
You was supposed to be the one, bro, to get us up out this shit, you feel me?
But you already know I got you, you feel me?
I'm gon’ keep your legacy alive
This is the blues I'm playing
Take your name, run with that shit, bro
Yes, it's a fine old thing
Do everything you was gon' do and more, you feel me?
They gon' always remember this shit
When the night is cold and lonely
It’s TFG
Verse 2: TaySav
Money and power—these niggas turned sour 'cuz I'm the man of the hour
Missin' them times, I been thinking about 'em
I miss all my niggas, wouldn't be here without 'em
I cannot forget it, we came from the trenches
Was hopping them fences and runnin' from 12
Sending them shells if he throw up a ‘L’
I was moving that rock, shit, like I'm Dave Chappell
I remember them days in the Park after dark, me and Shotty-Go-Crazy was chasin' a cheque
Stayed ditchin' school just to get to a sack
Bitch, we stay in the trap 'fore I made up a rack; I'm official, lil' nigga
People resent you, lil' nigga; I draw my gun and erase like a pencil, lil' nigga
Sick of you pitiful niggas, like fool, I'll get rid of you niggas
They say me, I'm flexin' and stuntin' and shinin'
But that came from grindin' and out here survivin'
A whole lot of violence committed, and sinnin'
But I get the work 'cuz we winnin'
And they know the difference, they mad they ain't in my position
They tryna check out how I'm living, but I'm just tryna make a living
I never felt a greater feeling, I'm hoping better for my children
Outro: Snowy White
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a final thing
When the night is cold and lonely
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