What It Cost Us

Why they lock my nigga up, he ain't do shit
And we was raised around the bloods, we hardly knew Crip
Nah, I ain't never join the gang, but I knew the lingo
Index finger to the thumb, yeah, that's where the B go
Papa tried to keep us from it, but he banged too
He had PDL, Tatted, he from Lanes too
Saying Blood in his vernacular, he's slippin' up
Sugar free in the LAC when he picked us up
Studio is in the back, I think some bangers in it
Cause they khaki creases flat, where the Phillies fit it
St. Ives and 211 take it to the neck
And keep the Nina on his hip in case of disrespect
Holla blood this and blood that, fuck this and fuck that
Catchin' anybody fade, you know we pushin' love back
When you pack em out, brag about it, cause they love that
Then Lamar Love died, had me thinkin', fuck that,
Can you imagine what it cost us
I see some dreamers turn to corpses
Can you imagine what it cost us
I see some dreamers in a coffin
Trust and attention is real when it get real in the field
The drink and the smoke of the pill, I just need somethin' to heal
Or it be makin' me numb, I don't be wantin' to feel
Heart beatin' like it's a drum, all of my feelings concealed
Trust and attention is real when it get real in the field
The drink and the smoke of the pill, I just need somethin' to heal
Or it be makin' me numb, I don't be wantin' to feel
Heart beatin' like it's a drum, all of my feelings concealed
Ain't no discounts on trauma, I put that on my mama
The preacher tell us about hell, but he gon' skip Nirvana
Was like we barely holdin' on, I talk a sorta kinda
Ain't no clouds out, cause it's hot out, ain't no silver linings
Soon as we take a step up, the system gon' remind us
That we ain't nothin' but a nigga, tryin' to keep us blinded
I'm talkin' 400 years, they tryin' to push behind us
That's why we bust down these diamonds, and drape it in designer
Can you imagine what it cost us
I see some dreamers turn to corpses
Can you imagine what it cost us
I see some dreamers in the coffin