Letra de ROOMMATES

I got felons for roommates Pay the rent with drug money I got killers for roommates Pay the power bill with blood money Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates? I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing How long after you die 'til you stop grieving? Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man We'll never wanna catch a DB even though we playin' defense You know every move I make, every tool I take There's not a second I ain't tryna survive Can't believe you told, that only means you dead [?] in my head but you ain't alive Young nigga in a Dawn Came from home invasions Gave 'em felony murder 'cause his brother died His momma ain't visit him one time And the time I gave 'em time out my [?] Tell me, how you feel about me? Wanna fuck you with your crew Tell me, how you feel about me pourin' nothing less than a deuce? Tell me, that you sent a junkie to the pharmacy too Tell me, that you sent a crackhead in a Walgreens too We was fighting fed cases Took a plea, he was tired of waiting She had a bag, and she fumbled it In Alabama, I'm as big as Saban I won't recruit her I got bros who really need appeals, but they ain't tryna do Percs I got felons for roommates Pay the rent with drug money I got killers for roommates Pay the power bill with blood money Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates? I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing How long after you die 'til you stop grieving? Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man I know that you got Codeine in you I know you got the medicine in you I know that you got opium in you I know you got a blind heart in you I know that you got street smarts in you Don't rat, I know you got some years in you Don't rat, I know you got a dime in you Don't tell, I know you got a dub in you Don't tell, I know your children you need to tend to But these the streets, you knew what you was getting yourself into