[Chorus]
It's the street life with blue moons at nights
And black suns in the afternoon shadowing light
Overseeing the Coliseum, open eyes but no breathin'
No breathin'
It's the street life with blue moons at nights
And black suns in the afternoon shadowing light
Overseeing the Coliseum, open eyes but no breathin'
No breathin'
[Verse 1]
I remember growing up hearing stories bout the older thugs
When I used to throw hands like I was a golden glove
My nigga got shot, you wanna know they name tho
If you snitch you'll be taken out the game bruh
Think about it, why you think these niggas mumbling
They tellin' on their whole crew tryna climb and stumbling
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