End Of Story (Bonus)

Mmm, you know we living, we on
(This Is The Sound) look

Sometimes the best response is none at all
You prolly would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Blood on your brother on the ground, gon' pick your mans up
Damn right we screaming self-defense
He shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence
See them pussy niggas shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fuck said that I was hidin'?
I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain't never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
30 clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame, I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rock out with that Glock out on some G shit
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit
We be on some fucking hit his mama house when his bitch in there

Sometimes the best response is none at all
You prolly would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all 'em Crip niggas, only life that I had
What they don't know
He knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me
Feeling like Curtis Jackson, whoa

I don't give a fuck how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same
You need to stop fucking with him
They on our side
And e'rybody think this shit a game
I already know it's murder behind this shit

This Is The Sound