(feat. Denim)

[Intro: Young Chris]

Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh

Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef

It's real shit

North of Death, home of Philly

Uh, chea uh



[Verse 1: Young Chris]

Lights is gettin' dimmer

Nights gettin' colder

Lost three of my soldiers

Life feel like it's over

Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way

They'll never take me alive

I got somethin' on the way

I'ma survive I'ma try to do straight

Try to make it alive, be around for that due date

But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard

That loss hurt to the heart

But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all

Nigga how, nigga please

It's still on baby

Tell them niggaz had they still off safety

What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit

Elementary middle school up wit

Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet

I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it

I used to think them niggaz was scared

It's lookin' a little shaky now

Niggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now



[Chorus: Denim]

Even though it hurts some days

This is the game we chose to play

Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay

Now a bullet ain't got no aim

And y'all know bullets ain't got no name

But this is the life we chose

And it will never change



[Verse 2: Neef]

Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip

Same night that we left, got a call you hit

Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped

Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit

Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches

You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen

Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers

But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish

This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try

Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five

And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies

As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach

That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors

Shit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us

Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms

Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Young Chris]

Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach us

Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother

Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother

And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man

I seen how you feel

He had intentions on killin' my big brother

Just to let me see how he feel

Tellin' me his life over fuckin' cops

They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill

That boy crazy, he got people for real

He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real

Like he the only one goin' through the pain

Like his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the same

Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change

I don't need that around, keep the heaters around

Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town

So I separate myself, I look better wit myself



[Repeat Chorus]