Karma
This for my Bros that's no Longer home
I'm feeling so alone
You can hear the pain in My tone
A kid letting his gun go Since mother Gaston was Stone
40 + And still gripped up You damn right bro
Your death made me a Psycho
I pay respect when my gun Blow
Shed tears in the shadow Let the devil out the Barrel
Hollow point NFL Bullets That a tackle you
Karma a mother f Like a b
I'm a back of You
Wifey f your close Friends I've been through It
Let me talk to you
Before you be successful, Everybody wish the worst On you
Stay focused death Knocking on your front Door for you
Never thought You live to See the day your friend Come after you
Slept in the same room and He call your mother Mommy too
Sandbox friends nowadays Throwing dirt on you
Help your family pick out Flowers for your funeral
Missing you full clip make New York miserable
Is it karma
Are we living through the pain just to lose I'll life to drama
Niggas catching stains but The blood remains on ya
Missing all my guys as I Watch your loved ones Mourn ya
The hurt is still the same Maybe it's just karma
No one I love
That Brotherly Love they Took From us
Why give a f it hurts When your home get Touched
I'm up but down on my Iuck
When your casket got Shut
Got drunk and kiss my gun Came too far to give up
Sleep when I'm dead stay Woke no need to wake up
Driving backwards on my Haters they not catching Up
Little bastard dumb f Your mother legs pinned Up
Put her to sleep then leave Catch you then I f your Life up
Step daddy est kay
Put your ass in the trunk
Mac-11 in his face bust his Puberty bumps
Shotgun your hands off Now throw your set up
Your baby moms was Talkin shit shot that b In the butt
Put in working For what
I can't bring you Back That's fed up
So in my gun I trust
Help me wake up seeing The sun
What's a Championship I d
Don't really feel like I won
Sitting here missing my day one
Is it called karma
Are we living through the Days just to lose I'll life to Drama
Niggas catching stains but The blood remains on ya
Missing all guys as I watch Your loved one's mourn ya
The hurt is still the same
Maybe it's just karma
I'm feeling so alone
You can hear the pain in My tone
A kid letting his gun go Since mother Gaston was Stone
40 + And still gripped up You damn right bro
Your death made me a Psycho
I pay respect when my gun Blow
Shed tears in the shadow Let the devil out the Barrel
Hollow point NFL Bullets That a tackle you
Karma a mother f Like a b
I'm a back of You
Wifey f your close Friends I've been through It
Let me talk to you
Before you be successful, Everybody wish the worst On you
Stay focused death Knocking on your front Door for you
Never thought You live to See the day your friend Come after you
Slept in the same room and He call your mother Mommy too
Sandbox friends nowadays Throwing dirt on you
Help your family pick out Flowers for your funeral
Missing you full clip make New York miserable
Is it karma
Are we living through the pain just to lose I'll life to drama
Niggas catching stains but The blood remains on ya
Missing all my guys as I Watch your loved ones Mourn ya
The hurt is still the same Maybe it's just karma
No one I love
That Brotherly Love they Took From us
Why give a f it hurts When your home get Touched
I'm up but down on my Iuck
When your casket got Shut
Got drunk and kiss my gun Came too far to give up
Sleep when I'm dead stay Woke no need to wake up
Driving backwards on my Haters they not catching Up
Little bastard dumb f Your mother legs pinned Up
Put her to sleep then leave Catch you then I f your Life up
Step daddy est kay
Put your ass in the trunk
Mac-11 in his face bust his Puberty bumps
Shotgun your hands off Now throw your set up
Your baby moms was Talkin shit shot that b In the butt
Put in working For what
I can't bring you Back That's fed up
So in my gun I trust
Help me wake up seeing The sun
What's a Championship I d
Don't really feel like I won
Sitting here missing my day one
Is it called karma
Are we living through the Days just to lose I'll life to Drama
Niggas catching stains but The blood remains on ya
Missing all guys as I watch Your loved one's mourn ya
The hurt is still the same
Maybe it's just karma
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Writer(s): Shaun Simmons
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