Far Shot

I seen a dope boy I was young
I was amused
When i got older filled his shoes
I learned the truth
All them problems they won't tell that shit to you
But ain't got a problem telling them people it was you
That's the truth

Ain't got no problem telling them people it was you
That's the truth
Ain't nobody there when you lose
Ain't nobody give me my food
Ain't nobody playing by the rules
I hit bystanders with tools
On accident

Tryna crack your shit
Whipping cocaine in the kitchen sorry God
That's the scent
That they smelling
Man it be your main man telling
Make it hard to live for felons
Half a mill and still they stress me

All the time
Should've known you wasn't real
You showed me all the signs
Taking all the fucking pills
Now you done lost your mind
With the devil making deals
Now you done crossed the line

It ain't no more chances
I forgave you all them times
Ball for two years to go to jail for twenty
Started wit some niggaz that wasn't never for me
Ended with someones that do whatever for me

I was young my og told me hold this metal for him
Tried to end my life before it even started
Talking about my life now
I just go record it
Every single mission
Never one i aborted
Standing on that block
You just an easy target
Left the trap and start playing phones
Never thought they would start tapping our cell phones
Now everything that you gained is gone

From pa shipped you to florida
Got you far away from home
I know some niggaz that got the long haul
But they innocent
Kno some niggaz that can't call home because the indigent
Got clear toothpaste clear deodorant ain't got no scent
You get green soap and a toothbrush small as finger tips
And the bristles falling right off nigga because they extra thin
And them little ass meals got your ass looking extra thin
It's crazy in the pin
Mmmm mmmm mmmm