Choices
Damn
How I'm in this spot again
I was hanging with my friends
Now I'm passenger to sin
Let me out
Let me out
Now we turning corner down these city blocks
This Honda got semi glocks
I don't want no parts
We all craving some wings so we leave
But the spot I get my wings
Next to where they get they weed
So re-route
Re-route
I ain't no party pooper
Plus I used to smoke
So I ain't foreign to this maneuver
See I was raised in church
But I wanna bad
I had pops at the crib
All my friends ain't have dads
He was present in life
Taught me don't follow the crowd
I knew I was a leader
I was letting him down
But we proceed
Pulled up to the spot
A car was out front
Windows roll up
My homies roll up
The windows roll down
Our windows roll down
This ain't our supplier
He name droppin people we know
My homies stay quiet
He say follow me
Now I'm like hell naw
Ima Christian rapper
I ain't supposed to be near y'all
Well... that's what I thought
I ain't say nun
Ain't cool to be punk
All this for a blunt
My patna grab gun
He loaded it up
I'm smokin a skunk
I'm chillin in front of the wing spot
Cellus what up
I see my nigga so we talkin
And we choppin it up
Conversin
Stackin on business
But I'm with evils
I know my nigga a Christian
Jehovah my witness
They tryna stick me for my cream
Shit it aint a dream
Things aint never what they seem
Damn
Now I gotta kill niggas instantly
Damn
Now I gotta feel no sympathy
Damn
Laughing at my enemies
The energy
And making all this money
Be the remedy
Should've been from Tennessee
How I trap songs for ten a key
Said she sick of me
When I leave I bet she remember me
Who ever knew my closest dawg would be a gospel rapper
He came to chill up on the block
But he ain't judge me after
I got a gun
One in the hand
My dawg do too
It's more life outside Chicago
If you only knew
Look over his shoulder I see that black impala creepin
The window roll down
My guards went up
My guns went up
Shootin
Shootin
I hope I aint hit
I hope I don't miss
I know Cellus thinkin man this aint it
It's fucked up I got my dawg in the mix
The car peel off
The windows shattered
The smoke clear
I can't get up
I look around
No one's near
I lay my back down
I can't breathe
I'm finna die now
Cellus come over me
With tears in his eyes now
Saying the Lord's prayer
I feel my air runnin out
Hoping that God's there
I feel my time running out
How I'm in this spot again
I was hanging with my friends
Now I'm passenger to sin
Let me out
Let me out
Now we turning corner down these city blocks
This Honda got semi glocks
I don't want no parts
We all craving some wings so we leave
But the spot I get my wings
Next to where they get they weed
So re-route
Re-route
I ain't no party pooper
Plus I used to smoke
So I ain't foreign to this maneuver
See I was raised in church
But I wanna bad
I had pops at the crib
All my friends ain't have dads
He was present in life
Taught me don't follow the crowd
I knew I was a leader
I was letting him down
But we proceed
Pulled up to the spot
A car was out front
Windows roll up
My homies roll up
The windows roll down
Our windows roll down
This ain't our supplier
He name droppin people we know
My homies stay quiet
He say follow me
Now I'm like hell naw
Ima Christian rapper
I ain't supposed to be near y'all
Well... that's what I thought
I ain't say nun
Ain't cool to be punk
All this for a blunt
My patna grab gun
He loaded it up
I'm smokin a skunk
I'm chillin in front of the wing spot
Cellus what up
I see my nigga so we talkin
And we choppin it up
Conversin
Stackin on business
But I'm with evils
I know my nigga a Christian
Jehovah my witness
They tryna stick me for my cream
Shit it aint a dream
Things aint never what they seem
Damn
Now I gotta kill niggas instantly
Damn
Now I gotta feel no sympathy
Damn
Laughing at my enemies
The energy
And making all this money
Be the remedy
Should've been from Tennessee
How I trap songs for ten a key
Said she sick of me
When I leave I bet she remember me
Who ever knew my closest dawg would be a gospel rapper
He came to chill up on the block
But he ain't judge me after
I got a gun
One in the hand
My dawg do too
It's more life outside Chicago
If you only knew
Look over his shoulder I see that black impala creepin
The window roll down
My guards went up
My guns went up
Shootin
Shootin
I hope I aint hit
I hope I don't miss
I know Cellus thinkin man this aint it
It's fucked up I got my dawg in the mix
The car peel off
The windows shattered
The smoke clear
I can't get up
I look around
No one's near
I lay my back down
I can't breathe
I'm finna die now
Cellus come over me
With tears in his eyes now
Saying the Lord's prayer
I feel my air runnin out
Hoping that God's there
I feel my time running out
Credits
Writer(s): Terion Porter, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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