Letra de The Avenues

Dont be looking at my life and think this shits nice
I lost some real close friends in this shit life
Amro lost his life he was playing 'round with flick knifes
And when that happened see Plato, part of him died

Tarrick rose up his strap he didn't think right
But who can blame him he just lost his little bro
And straight after that the feds locked him in a hole
All i know it must have been impossible to cope
We was young i was thirteen, a year after that is when i went and shot my first fiend used to get a ball for dirt cheap
Tarricks out in Egypt
'bout to get married
8 years down the line and im just hoping that he's happy
I'm glad that your once at peace
At age 15 is when i really touched the street, i was moving bait
My mum found crack for the very last time
Now I'm living at my olders on a very hard grind, shotting out on costcutter like every last night
Then you know the feds done went on the strip, took Billy, Plato, Rido and Rengz for some shit, that was 6 years ago, I'm still sending them shit

Fast forward 1 year the blocks on fire, 2011 nigga racks drops messiah
These times I'm riding 'round with Mello, Skinz and Slicer, we was hitting licks

The same goes for Blacks, G Dotz and Grim
Stus, Bones, Moths and Chip we all grew up from kids, now we're 17 its active

I'm talking gunshots and stabbings

Plus there's bare straps 'round the mandem
I love all my G's. Shout my nigga Ruggy he showed love to the team
I made 10 bags and got banned from the block
I was in country, i knew crack and the rock, so i got myself a phone and made it bang for the rock

Nowadays i spend a clean bag on a top
O'12 i got a cunch phone serving packs, now im back up on the Avs
Smoking weed and you know we're riding round strat
Then BAM, G Dotz died im sitting in the can
The feds kicked my door off, their talking kinda mad
Talking 'bout some shit i did in brikky with my gang, that was in o'11
I got a 2 do 1, now im doubled up with mello wearing 2, 2, 1
Got shipped out of thames side for 2, 2 scuffs
'member sitting in my cell taking 2, 2 puffs, told myself i'd get this money what d'you take me for
I came home and chirrped the plug for eighteen and raw, and then i met Steve, he told me how to press yay and then i met P's, now im trapped in a trap and i can't get free
All my brothers bro their missing got the zart feeling different
We're 'bout to bring it back for ALL of my niggas
Now i sit here im counting up ALL of these figures, its like the feds just took All of the dingers, when they dipped my nigga Hersey, it hurt me, but they dont want you in this country just cause you work see and he can't come back 'till he's suttin' like 30, the Pigs done him dirty, i miss all my niggas
All my niggas worthy