i feel it on the tip of my tongue, these words fall out like tears from a gun and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection
dials Because I got more fucking hits than a disciplined child So when they see me everybody brrrrraps, brrrrrraps Man I'm like a young gun fully black Barrack I cried tear
a lot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen a lot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend a lot Confessions get us blessings from
know what to do ok, tear da roof off Off off off, tear da roof off, yo Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off Rep my crew yo, flipmode hit you
'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a
never here But when you with me i get so lonely I see you talking but your lips don't make a sound You see me crying but my tears don't hurt you now
running dropping like a rolling stone No need to pack a bag You just can't stop your hurt from hanging on The old man dies and then a baby's born Chan
You broke my heart and now you're staring at my gun Click clack now watch me pull this trigger just for fun Was once a good girl now a killer on the
check Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun
're only children man! You ain't no fuckin' kid Act like you give a damn Won't someone save these kids? Do something, call a cop The other night I heard gun
, you're a supernova and I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear
low and shut the fucc up (volume) Yous a 6itch yous a snitch you a mothafuccin scru6 (volume) (x2) (Verse1) I pulled up in a 4 door porshe set trippin
you on a carton I didn't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb Plenty rocks on my arm Me and Rocko the Don, East Atlanta the Slum Where I'm from got a gun
a fuck We don't give a fuck Look, I don't curse but in this verse man, fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still
so he could see more everybody love em from the cribs to the beat dogs leave n-ggas for dead, let em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga
casket reach the sky, tell my girl don't cry (I fell ya) Just sing me a lullaby and let the white doves fly (Uh huh) 'Cuz I heard from a bird, it's only
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
