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[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Bangin’ the same gang her son died for
So we pay for the funeral then we slide for him
The good die young, shit I can only vouch
Conversatin with the clouds like, "imma hold you down"
Ya momma hardly smile since she lost her child
She couldn’t even view ya body without fallin’ out
And every time I hit her line we just talk about you
She be tellin’ me funny shit I didn’t know about you
She can only hear ya voice is what she once said
We took them field trips for you, killa, we ain’t done yet
You my circle within a circle, a subset
You livin’ through me, it’s unconditional, nothin’ less

[Chorus: Mozzy]
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God

[Verse 2: Celly Ru]
I dropped a few tears and I couldn’t help it
Niggas died behind the steel, feeling helpless
I don’t feel no better, slidin’ with his facials on my sweater
Represent this Mays block shit forever
That’s on my Uncle Trevor
My lil brother passed, I held his momma
Put that on my dead son bruh, I got her, it’s forever
With ya brother, stomped the same puddles in the gutter
Wish I had the chance to tell bruh I love him
I ain’t switchin’, not at all
The hood lightweight fallin’ off
Since you passed, I ain’t had no one to call
They ain’t fuckin’ wit ya nigga
They say I’m fuckin’ wit some other niggas
They ain’t fuckin’ wit, so I ain’t fuckin’ wit em
I ain’t trippin’, fuck it nigga

[Chorus: Mozzy]
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God

[Verse 3: Mozzy]
Bang in peace Deezy, that’s my brother for real
Momma Tony know I love her for real
She like my momma for real
Had to sit and watch her suffer for real
That’s a hell of a woman for real
Shit come with the field
Shed tears for Lil Diamond in jail
Momma Red sick, that shit took her through hell
Deray laid bleedin’, I remember the smell
Somebody gotta feel what I feel
You done been there before
Can’t even count how many niggas is gone
Wish y’all was here now that niggas is on
You don’t hear me though
You could never understand the way my youngin raised
Try to sympathize, but never understand a mother’s pain

[Chorus]
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
You gotta take it up with God

Ghosts of porcelain waste
The innocence in faith
Through translucent eyes
In shifting shades of pale upon pale
Writhing across the neverwhere

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
The wounds of life weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed

Of all the fragile, their desolate veins
Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering
Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing
Intra Venus quickens
A curse of life
Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer
They prey for blood, wretched are the gods
For the stillborn suns of never
They are the severed
The lifeline to end forever

Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement…intravenous
Descending liquid shadows, all entwining
Their distant sights weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep… drift below

To the ferryman’s drains
Seek a cure for the pain

The end of all we love and lust
In tainted flesh of doubt and corruption
Is it too late? Will death be my lover?
Will death be my lover?
And into ribs… crib, cradled, caressed
A moment between black talons, blessed
Consciousness, a breath… regret
Clarity come forth, is there salvation?

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
Wounds of life wield the strength to rise
Dwellers in the deep, dream of hope, only hope

The end of everything we love
The end of everything we love

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer