Lyrics:
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any
to a crescendo, I would let that indo go
But I'm still kissin it like I'm under the mistletoe
So here we go I'm Mork'in with the steady swagger
Speakin
knew it wasn't this
He didn't even run from the cops
Pulled right over when they told him to stop
Gun drawn screaming like he's some sort of threat
So
Don't put me under your gun
I'm gonna be missing you, even though I understand that you're not through
Go on take it day by day, seems like I lost you
Sat by the candle light dinner
Wax in your eye
They call me the sinner
High like a bat
You look like a rat
Get off my back
You don't know the facts
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
comin' so they exit the place
Hundred deep and we don't care about catchin' a case
Stop lyin' by the gun that rest on your waist
Before you on the flo'
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
the suicide attempts
And what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
Whether it's
by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a soldier
( hook )
And they sayin' I'm the best, that's an understatement
That I'm better than the rest no under estimatin'
Ain't no flex when I finesse I keep it
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
Bullet numbers
Cop some guns, fully loaded, small tech
Give you a leverage, hate kill by itself
Praying on my downfall, aim is the mansion
Condo with
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
I saw the morning
It was shattered by a gun
Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried
I saw a mother
She was praying for her son
Bring him
I saw the morning
It was shattered by a gun
Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried
I saw a mother
She was praying for her son
Bring him
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately
locked in
Trapped by your rules, forced to breathe your toxins
People used as tools and the others are just watching
Under this hot light, the spotlight
I
limbs off
Ugh, you aren't immortal that I know
I'ma different breed ho, I'm really going rogue
This a big stick ho, get low
Real drive-by, bro, get
by hate
Go on, distract her
Play date with
Girl gun machine
I can disassemble ak 47
In a minute
I can turn your life into a battlefield
Really mean it
Brinks at random
Dem boots yuh, yuh protect by condom
Me HK wussa than HIV, hollowpoint Gonorrhea di Magnum
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under
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