Goldie

I tried to find my Uncle's guns after he got locked
I was pissed my brother wouldn't tell me who when he got shot
Looking for him in that car
4 times when spun the block
Now those are 3 separate occasions and why I believe in God
Cuz if I would've found those pistols
It would've changed my whole mental
And when my brother got shot, we would've stood on some business
That time we spun the block, the address that we were given
It was wrong, I would've shot a house and hit somebody innocent
Fuck, all because of those straps
It would've put me in the same exact place that he's at
See life is funny like that
I credit God for the jokes
I came out of the dark
I took the monster approach
I haunt the game now
That dope shit's in your veins now
Some do it through the sandwich bags
I trap it through the wav files
Sit on keys, move it slow until they beg for more
I stood tall in air forces whiter than the friendly ghost
Look me in my eyes to see right to my soul
But to look me in my eyes, you muthafuckas quite bold
I wish the worst luck to anyone who bets against me
My only prayer's y'all don't forget me and the Lord forgives me

Bury me a G and give my mama the money
And if you fuck my woman afterwards, then she wasn't for me
Y'all seem to think it's bout the shooter, y'all don't understand fully
If the shooter was the man, they would've never killed Sunny
But bitches wanna be down like Brandy
But gangsta don't die, they het chubby and move to Miami
Laid out but the beach, sipping on a mojito, blowing smoke from Cuban with women for Puerto Rico
They think I'm crazy
Dotta's strapped wherever he goes
Arrogant bout it too, some say it's a big eagle
Look these more than rhymes
Hood living is mortifying
But that environment just made us more defiant
Warning before destruction, I ain't doubting the science
But ops tend to get even at the oddest of times
I write it out so I don't keep it all in my mind
Since X died, I've been asking Lord to give me a sign