Bastard child

Bastard child Lyrics

Oh yeah
this dope sh*t done got a lot of my niggas
taken out the game
And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool

Verse 1

Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g
My best friend done turned into my motherf**king enemy
19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy
learned to slang drugs
A lot of sh*t done changed in my f**king neighborhood
This fast cash got the P living no good
I'm deep up in this sh*t and ain't no turning back
Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a f**king sack
I told him check his b**ch, but he didn't here me though
He didn't believe that his b**ch was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
that's the way I'm gone die fool
One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
I moved to Richmond California just to f**king get away
Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans
He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines
And everything was cool for a f**king while g
Til I went to this club and this fool tried me
We in the back with some b**ches counting hundreds
Til these suckers walked up and said jack
these niggas from the country
We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move
Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool
King G hit this boy with a upper cut
30 days in the county, but we didn't give a f**k

(Chorus)

Anything goes
Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes

Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they back

1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
but why you have to mess with P

Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back

Verse 2

Released from the county on a PO
The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
Two days later I'm back rolling motherf**king black
Lexus coup with a droptop Benz
And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though
Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro
They say my little brother died back in New Orleans
Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry
In Richmond one day the P is gonna die
And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though
Like the movie on the motherf**king Untouchables
So when I go out, I know I'm f**king living wrong
They betta take me out like f**king Al Capone