Son of Sam

I done seen the realist niggas fold that's why i move along
Mama high off methadone i grew alone in foster homes
Grew addicted to fast money cars while avoiding hoes
Now and days these niggas will go and kill ya because they bitch on go
Patient nigga I can wait it out until i deal that blow
Aint talking disel i became too accustomed to gun smoke
Ain't the violent type remain calm before it's time to score
I'm a trained killer plan it out before i go and blow
Lost inside the head
Because my closest family members dead
Mobb ties with all of the high elites fresh up out the feds
Please don't talk that murder shit if u wasn't even in that field
I put my life up on that line i had to go and sign some wills
My mouth conceal I don't even speak on shit done on that field
Guys doing time when combine over 200 years
Cried so many tears throughout the years
Ion know how to feel
Ptsd got my mental scared got me popping pills

Victim of da madness seen overdoses before i attended school
Bro commiting robbies for funds while Steady hoarding tools
I don't give a fuck bitch cause you pretty ain't no tricking me
Hoes today got many hidden motives or some hidden fees
Mind my own business leave me be or be a casualty
Be a shame to leave ur family scrambling paying casket fees
Pardon me bitch I'm out my mind I ain't take my meds
The state put me on so many pills that shit fucked up my head
Just the other day found out a dinosaur was tripped by the feds
Niggas moving sloppy on that line they tapped in on what was said
If them shorties catch u out of bounds they aiming for ya head
So many shell casings the bullet markers couldn't account the lead
Shell shocked seeing mama shoot needles in her leg
Accidentally shot up krocodile it's eating up her legs
Some of my role models was placed in administrative seg
Look up to the bosses of the mob
Salute that dude and head
Conducting business much love to the prince's they taught me how to play it
Gotta clean that mula
Plenty moves i study how to play it
These streets ain't playing fair
They shooting mama sister auntie kids
Shot spotters and cameras on the block but it ain't solving shit
Welcome to my ghetto misery i grew through poverty
Only put my trust up in my AR
I keep lil buddy clean
Call up foolie he the son of sam he goin let it blam
Flipping grams but ain't no funny business move it through the land