Kendre Alston

Jail or the grave, I’m a man, I can fuckin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain’t dumb, I’mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he fuckin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, niggas done fucked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I’m cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta niggas cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis
Police on my ass say I’m involved in a couple murders
Rick, the fuckin' police, was a savage, h a fuckin' worker
Plus they took Strapp, God punishin' all us on purpose
But I’mma play my rol, curtains closed till it’s fuckin' over
Reap what you sow, check the sco', karma do to all
Ask about Lil 6, red rum, he watch bodies fall
Ask about lil rapper, he a bitch, tellin' on his dawgs
My heart fuckin' gone, by my lonely, back against the wall
Look Cojack in his eyes like I know lil bro gon' ride for me
Just talked to Bibby Osama he said «Sonny» he gon' die for me
Lil K just hit my line sayin' «Don't let them check you off the streets»
No other way around it but Sandreka gotta bury me
TMI, them boys that bout OutWest, them niggas scared of me
TMI, them boys that’s OverEast, they might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat, why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo, told my auntie put that spell on me
Yo favorite smacker pussy, he vagina, see it in his face
Shoutout to he got my diamonds wetter than a lake
We got the same dream, I could never hate on Yungeen Ace
Guess jit don’t fuck with me, cool, I still eat a K
Even though we goin' through it, bitch, it’s still free Lil Soulja K
'Cause his bitch ass would cry if he found out I died today
I refuse to let these niggas turn my name into a holiday
March 19th '15 still cryin' bout Lil Kendre Day
Jail or the grave, I’m a man, I can fuckin' face it
Who I think I am? Kendre Alston reincarnated
Shot my momma house up, I ain’t dumb, I’mma relocate it
Get her gone, paint the whole city with retaliation
Get 'em gone, all he fuckin' saw was a black .380
Head honcho, niggas done fucked with the wrong 90s baby
Kquame just lost trial so I’m cryin' thinkin' bout Miss Tracy
8 died, lotta niggas cryin' bout Lil Lawrence Davis
And you know karma do to all when you watch them bodies fall
It’s too late to leave the streets
They spread rumors «I'm a shooter,» got them rats like Lil Moody
War ready when it’s beef
War read when it’s beef
Yes lord