Mac Taz - A Message (feat. PressPlay)

I swear to God I count my blessings
This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message
Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection
Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section
Raise glizzy for my dead homies
The only ones really there for me
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies
Take a look up in the mirror
The struggle really there
Hard times got me thinking that I need to disappear
These hard grind got me wishing my niggas was still here
These niggas blind they can't see it they don't think about their peers
Like fuck the rest wear a vest see more blood then some tears
Can't forget about my dead homies what happen all these years
That's why they keep on staring at me nigga I'm still here
I slide for my niggas and I wish a nigga dare
Cup full of lean see all my dead homies in my dreams
Get the bag until I can't no more nigga that's what you see
Look into my eyes Lord know I wish a nigga try
Heard too many lies why they all hide behind disguise
Pretend like I'm fine know that shit hurt deep down inside
Why these fake and phony niggas be acting like they know me
I'm good in my city but won't have more than 10 bands on me
It's hot up in these streets nigga gotta keep that fan on me
I swear to God I count my blessings
This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message
Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection
Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section
Raise glizzy for my dead homies
The only ones really there for me
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies
Two ways out the game the cage or a grave
I'll die over loyalty hope they feel same
Had to build my own court they didn't wanna see my ball
A wizard at the point more assist than John wall
Fighting injuries the aches and pains
Scars left me black hearted but that's part of the game
My real ones know I'll be there like Mike Jack
A front line general always leading the pack
Gotta make it home never leave without my weapon
Forever thankful always counting my blessings
Well respected get love from every section
Test me you for sure to learn a lesson
If heaven had a phone I would always call
Scoring on the blacktop a legend in street ball
At the round table with a selected few
I match energy ride for me I ride for you
It's Taz
I swear to God I count my blessings
This one for my youngins I'm tryna send out a message
Gotta keep your weapon on ya cuz out here it's not protection
Gotta watch who you rock with and keep up in your section
Raise glizzy for my dead homies
The only ones really there for me
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies
On God that's on God I slide for my dead homies

Written by:
Kevin Bowman, Patrick Little Jr.

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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