Hood Tales - Jayy Grams

I wish things ain’t have to go like that

I ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that

Everyday I stray away from an extra worry

That’s just another reason I should stress this story

I stay on it, eyes open cause death strong

I’m like a mixture of Steve Urkle and Stephon

I press cons but use my brain as a weapon

But sometimes that shit be impossible

Cross the street and they stopping you, what’s yo name nigga?

I hittem to show em I’m loc, not a gang member

Remain bitter in sleep hit my mans Ova East

Need a strand of the leaf

I just handled some beef

He tell me say less just wait for the text

And if the dude be actin' senile

Grams in ya room like the fan blew the weed round

It’s after 3 now, got back from a pub brawlin'

Is what he texted me, then he snapped and started calling

Yo Ima little bit belligerent, but something bout that incident

Is not merely coincidence, my little cuzzin nicholas got frickin' whipped and

played like: «Yo a punk yo»

Don’t know if it was you but we can see over this blunt woe

I wish things ain’t have to go like that

I ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that

Everyday I stray away from an extra worry

That’s just another reason I should stress this story

I wish things ain’t have to go like that

I ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that

Everyday I stray away from an extra worry

That’s just another reason I should stress this story

I try to stay calm, I know dude a know murder

But I ain’t get in shit wait the nigga that pressed me earlier

Fuck, to gave that fibber a snuff, but bitch I’m draggin' my nuts

Ain’t turning down on no blunt, I get a pass for the bus

So I can go over the East Side and get shit poppin'

Like we cookin' up some deep fry

Peep guys foxing steady, watching as I get off the stop

And seen the nigga I was fighting and his mans up the block

Cablam is a pop, it grazed me in my lung tho

Ain’t know what I was packing till they heard the freakin' drum roll

Running round, waving one, looking like Mutumbo

Got two bullets in me only got one, soul ready grimey

I blacked out, tryna kill em up in record timing

Seen the plug and the dude I fought and I recognized em

Keep it professional, I hit em with the nice glare

And aired they ass out right here, yea

I wish things ain’t have to go like that

I ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that

Everyday I stray away from an extra worry

That’s just another reason I should stress this story

I wish things ain’t have to go like that

I ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that

Everyday I stray away from an extra worry

That’s just another reason I should stress this story