Son of a Gun (Intro)
Don't feel no pain when I'm with you, said I feel so numb
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run, yeah but that's the only time
Light weight use to take 10s but I take 30s now
Told Dre pull up on the side and up that 40 cal
It went from fights after school but it's shootings now
And got to watch your back your own homie would shoot you down
Ready to go whatever the cost
Hear my vision paint these pictures just like Bob Ross
One foot in and out the streets my mind was so gone
Tried again time after time but I think it's time to move on
But don't move wrong
Cuz I was raised by the hammer
Don't play wit these random
Cuz where I'm from its 6 feet or you get locked in the slammer
Leave that shit up in the blinds doe
Wartime I told Dre to pass the 9ine jus like rondo
Fuck with the opps, then we can't even have a convo
Filled with rage but I still keep my calm doe
Far from ordinary, fairly odd wit this wand doe
But I feel so numb
Stood on my 10 since I was young
Ain't neva fold neva run
Youngling wit loose screws spinning shit jus for fun
Was in the field so we got trauma like we was waring or sum
PTSD like we was waring or sum
Don't feel no pain when I'm with you, said I feel so numb
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run, yeah but that's the only time
Light weight use to take 10s but I take 30s now
Told Dre pull up on the side and up that 40 cal
Went from fights after school but it's shootings now
And got to watch your back your own homie would shoot you down
Yeah, watch my back I feel the snake in the grass
Holding grudges with your partners, leave that shit in the past
Flee the scene and toss the knock cuz I had 12 on my ass
Ain't looking for the temporary, I want sum for the last
But she be playing wit me
9ine wit the drum and I got a K with me
New year same me and the same 50 cal
So don't turn me down
Somewhere bloated out my mind wit no one around
Don't feel no pain when I'm with you, said I feel so numb
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run
That's the only time
I take 30s now
Up that 40 cal
But it's shootings now
Oh, it's shooting now
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run, yeah but that's the only time
Light weight use to take 10s but I take 30s now
Told Dre pull up on the side and up that 40 cal
It went from fights after school but it's shootings now
And got to watch your back your own homie would shoot you down
Ready to go whatever the cost
Hear my vision paint these pictures just like Bob Ross
One foot in and out the streets my mind was so gone
Tried again time after time but I think it's time to move on
But don't move wrong
Cuz I was raised by the hammer
Don't play wit these random
Cuz where I'm from its 6 feet or you get locked in the slammer
Leave that shit up in the blinds doe
Wartime I told Dre to pass the 9ine jus like rondo
Fuck with the opps, then we can't even have a convo
Filled with rage but I still keep my calm doe
Far from ordinary, fairly odd wit this wand doe
But I feel so numb
Stood on my 10 since I was young
Ain't neva fold neva run
Youngling wit loose screws spinning shit jus for fun
Was in the field so we got trauma like we was waring or sum
PTSD like we was waring or sum
Don't feel no pain when I'm with you, said I feel so numb
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run, yeah but that's the only time
Light weight use to take 10s but I take 30s now
Told Dre pull up on the side and up that 40 cal
Went from fights after school but it's shootings now
And got to watch your back your own homie would shoot you down
Yeah, watch my back I feel the snake in the grass
Holding grudges with your partners, leave that shit in the past
Flee the scene and toss the knock cuz I had 12 on my ass
Ain't looking for the temporary, I want sum for the last
But she be playing wit me
9ine wit the drum and I got a K with me
New year same me and the same 50 cal
So don't turn me down
Somewhere bloated out my mind wit no one around
Don't feel no pain when I'm with you, said I feel so numb
Was raised by the pops, yeah I'm a son of a gun
Hitting heads and spinning blocks jus for the rush
12 coming we run
That's the only time
I take 30s now
Up that 40 cal
But it's shootings now
Oh, it's shooting now
Credits
Writer(s): James Stewart Jr.
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