Big Sad 1900 - More Than My Friend lyrics
[Big Sad 1900 - More Than My Friend lyrics]
Ayy, free Tiny Skull
Stevo died and I cried
RIP Stevo, nigga, RIP G-Face
That was more than my friend
Dead homies
(MikeMadeThe808s)
Ayy, Big Spook
I know you watchin' down on us, nigga
We got this shit crackin', nigga
Dead homies, nigga, PBG, nigga
Ayy
Yeah (1900 gang)
Ayy
Look (Yeah)
See me beggin' for a bitch, that's what you ain't gon' see (Nah)
I was down bad and she left, she changed on me (She changed on me)
Dissin' me, then runnin' to my homies like it ain't no beef (It ain't no beef)
Run with them, just know it's war with us and it ain't no peace (Bitch-ass nigga)
Homies politickin' like I ain't kickin' in no bands (What?)
Fuck I look like taking care of a grown-ass man? (Fuck out my face)
Share my platform, that was part of my plan
Stevo died, I criеd, that was more than my friend (Yeah)
Yеah, you was on my side, you was rockin', you was with a nigga
You was in the court, seen firsthand how they did a nigga (Seen that)
You would leave your friends late night, come and get a nigga
Been through hella shit up in my life, you know I'm still that nigga (Huh?)
Suckers shot at me, out here braggin' like they killed a nigga
It ain't enough syrup and Percs out here to heal a nigga (Yeah)
I'd rather keep a strap and fight the jail before they drill a nigga
Fake niggas always politickin' who is the realer nigga
My life on the line, my set in my name too (Yeah)
You ain't killed nobody for the set, like, who named you? (Who the fuck named you?)
Big mansion off in the hills what the gang do
Bitches drop they drawers and wanna fuck, that's what the fame do
I'm makin' songs that speak to you, I can't call your phone
You deserve to be here, nigga, you ain't did no wrong
Battling my feelings when thinkin' about you gone (Shit crazy)
Like you should've been with me and I shouldn't have left you alone
See me beggin' for a bitch, that's what you ain't gon' see (Nah)
I was down bad and she left, she changed on me (She changed on me)
Dissin' me, then runnin' to my homies like it ain't no beef (It ain't no beef)
Run with them, just know it's war with us and it ain't no peace (Bitch-ass nigga)
Homies politickin' like I ain't kickin' in no bands (What?)
Fuck I look like taking care of a grown-ass man? (Fuck out my face)
Share my platform, that was part of my plan
Stevo died, I cried, that was more than my friend (Yeah)
Yeah, got a big heart, so I let 'em put the blame on me
More time in the streets than with my kids, shame on me (It's crazy)
I didn't want the bitch, she was choosing, she came on me (Bitch chose me)
Niggas know we West LA gangsters and bang the 3
I be wantin' to quit, they be like, "You goin' crazy"
But y'all don't see the shit that I'm dealin' with on the daily
Gotta go through legal courts just so I can see my baby
Ain't no nigga put me on, can't no nigga say he made me
I lost Baby Creep, I was hopin' that nigga pulled through
Dissin' me to try to get a buzz, that's not a good move
G-Face died, I cried, that was a good dude
Crossin' over, leakin', catchin' opps, them niggas lunch food
Baby turned her back and left, she say I did wrong
But I done found myself and got right since you been gone
I done lost some niggas I love, they gotta live on (Yeah)
Check our resume and ask about us, bitch, we been on (We been on)
Dead homies, nigga
Niggas know how we came through that bitch, boy, stop playin'
Candy paint on everything
Forgiatos, Rolexes, young niggas
Pull twenty thousand out, nigga
That a nigga made in three days
Young niggas, man
Two, three apartments
Livin' better than niggas' daddies, nigga
We did it, nigga, on God, niggas know
Pullin' up in foreigns, big bodies, young niggas
We ain't go to college or none of that, nigga
Out the mud, out the mud, nigga
Stevo died and I cried
RIP Stevo, nigga, RIP G-Face
That was more than my friend
Dead homies
(MikeMadeThe808s)
Ayy, Big Spook
I know you watchin' down on us, nigga
We got this shit crackin', nigga
Dead homies, nigga, PBG, nigga
Ayy
Yeah (1900 gang)
Ayy
Look (Yeah)
See me beggin' for a bitch, that's what you ain't gon' see (Nah)
I was down bad and she left, she changed on me (She changed on me)
Dissin' me, then runnin' to my homies like it ain't no beef (It ain't no beef)
Run with them, just know it's war with us and it ain't no peace (Bitch-ass nigga)
Homies politickin' like I ain't kickin' in no bands (What?)
Fuck I look like taking care of a grown-ass man? (Fuck out my face)
Share my platform, that was part of my plan
Stevo died, I criеd, that was more than my friend (Yeah)
Yеah, you was on my side, you was rockin', you was with a nigga
You was in the court, seen firsthand how they did a nigga (Seen that)
You would leave your friends late night, come and get a nigga
Been through hella shit up in my life, you know I'm still that nigga (Huh?)
Suckers shot at me, out here braggin' like they killed a nigga
It ain't enough syrup and Percs out here to heal a nigga (Yeah)
I'd rather keep a strap and fight the jail before they drill a nigga
Fake niggas always politickin' who is the realer nigga
My life on the line, my set in my name too (Yeah)
You ain't killed nobody for the set, like, who named you? (Who the fuck named you?)
Big mansion off in the hills what the gang do
Bitches drop they drawers and wanna fuck, that's what the fame do
I'm makin' songs that speak to you, I can't call your phone
You deserve to be here, nigga, you ain't did no wrong
Battling my feelings when thinkin' about you gone (Shit crazy)
Like you should've been with me and I shouldn't have left you alone
See me beggin' for a bitch, that's what you ain't gon' see (Nah)
I was down bad and she left, she changed on me (She changed on me)
Dissin' me, then runnin' to my homies like it ain't no beef (It ain't no beef)
Run with them, just know it's war with us and it ain't no peace (Bitch-ass nigga)
Homies politickin' like I ain't kickin' in no bands (What?)
Fuck I look like taking care of a grown-ass man? (Fuck out my face)
Share my platform, that was part of my plan
Stevo died, I cried, that was more than my friend (Yeah)
Yeah, got a big heart, so I let 'em put the blame on me
More time in the streets than with my kids, shame on me (It's crazy)
I didn't want the bitch, she was choosing, she came on me (Bitch chose me)
Niggas know we West LA gangsters and bang the 3
I be wantin' to quit, they be like, "You goin' crazy"
But y'all don't see the shit that I'm dealin' with on the daily
Gotta go through legal courts just so I can see my baby
Ain't no nigga put me on, can't no nigga say he made me
I lost Baby Creep, I was hopin' that nigga pulled through
Dissin' me to try to get a buzz, that's not a good move
G-Face died, I cried, that was a good dude
Crossin' over, leakin', catchin' opps, them niggas lunch food
Baby turned her back and left, she say I did wrong
But I done found myself and got right since you been gone
I done lost some niggas I love, they gotta live on (Yeah)
Check our resume and ask about us, bitch, we been on (We been on)
Dead homies, nigga
Niggas know how we came through that bitch, boy, stop playin'
Candy paint on everything
Forgiatos, Rolexes, young niggas
Pull twenty thousand out, nigga
That a nigga made in three days
Young niggas, man
Two, three apartments
Livin' better than niggas' daddies, nigga
We did it, nigga, on God, niggas know
Pullin' up in foreigns, big bodies, young niggas
We ain't go to college or none of that, nigga
Out the mud, out the mud, nigga