Undecided

I'm doing me
Why they want me malfunction
They want to see me rock bottom
Eating out of a dumpster
By the Junction
Stack paper
Can't rub shoulders with a sucker
Kill da opposition
Than run down on his function
One of a kind
Miss Penny's son
Is not similar
Brung clientele back to the hood
For three summers though
From Maryland to Virginia
Became a hustler
The District of Columbia
Force Me to be a sniper bro
Open fire in parking lots of Shopping centers
I-70 wifey passenger Bushmaster
Attention speculation when he Enters
One man army get killed or Critically injured
Then we even
Eat from every tree in this Eden
This me those religious is still Grieving
Four days found dead
Body decomposing
Drill rappers rapidly murdered
Careers Is frozen
Always gripping
Person of Interest had to plead The fifth
Don't believe the hype
Best friends not living right
Pole with a green light at night
Nigga it's on site
A violent crime and disregard for Human life
Broad day shooting civilians hit
Targets taking flight
To my children in poverty don't Admire us
We live in fast over here
So it's dust to dust
Deaths a must when the grip get Clutched
Cops sending feds to your gang
Nigga smarten up
Catch him coming down the Stairs
Split him open like a dutch
I saw men become bitches over Large numbers
Took the contract home
Never signing my life over
I spit scriptures for my drill Music killers
With itchy trigger fingers
Finger fucking lemon Squeezers
Brownsville Ebenezer
Rome the streets like Caesar
Hood scholars took 50 cent and Made Empire's
A 1000.5 for the entire
Few more grams for the fam in The Promised land
Revolver summer Est Kay
Fuck the son of Sam
When shit hit the fan nigga I'm The fan

You got dreams
They got dope
You got hope
They got coke
Pray To God they don't tighten The rope
Life is hard
You giving up
Nope



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Writer(s): Shaun Simmons
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