Bando

When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em
All that shit you talk you better stand on
If you a real boss then put your mans on
Long live the streets, RIP Bando
They shot your partner in his face and you just left him to die
Long live Streetz blood my brother pass I ain’t cry
Real recognize real, fake niggas disguise
.223's and .556's serve them bitches like pie
If you a real deal boss then put your mans on his feet
OTV and 30 Deep, six true what I bleed
Long live Royce, bro what the fuck I had to add to my sleeve
You showed me everything I know I just can’t wait till we link
Meechie died and Bando died I can’t win for lose
Fuck the weed I’m sipping lean, all the percs I abuse
My lil brother catching bodies and he thinks its amusing
Woody told me cats and put my all in this music
When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em
All that shit you talk you better stand on
If you a real boss then put your mans on
Long live the streets, RIP Bando
Still pack the heavy metal, carry cutters like some groceries
They say I’m acting ghetto, I’m from the gutters its apart of me
They took my blood brother on that day they took a part of me
Phone call to my mother had to tell her that somebody killed my brother was the
hardest thing, up at night could hardly sleep trying maintain and I took my
main niggas
Taking extra Percocets overdose on painkillers cause I’m hurt
Went to Cali in the valley you were shopping for some work
Bitch if I was with you out in Cali you’da never got merked
I used to ride with my nigga now he riding in the hearse
They say blood thick as mud, that’s some shit you can’t forget
And just because you call me cus' don’t mean that you my crip
When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em
All that shit you talk you better stand on
If you a real boss then put your mans on
Long live the streets, RIP Bando