Life Had a Gun (feat. Esteban)
If life had a gun I'd be staring right at it
Itching at my neck 'cause I think I might grab it
Turn it around, make it bang
Turn it around, make 'em sing, yeah
Aim at ya' feet make ya' dance
Waiting for me to advance
Patience is key
But I lost my keys, hold up, damn
Pacing for miles
Ace in the deck, they gon' play me, no doubt
Still making 'em smile
Make 'em kick off they shoes and stay for a while
We stay in the clouds
Post up on the roofs and wave to the crowds
Go bet all your chips, bitch
I'll rake in the pile
Making a killing like I put the dagger inside of the victim
And brought up attention by calling up all the divisions
And giving they artists descriptions, yeah
That's just my mind for you G
Hope you don't mind it's just me
Would you at the time? Oh hell
Look like it's my time, oh jeez
I'll put in the time, no fee
I still must decide slowly
Been too many times where I'm two steps behind
And I jumped back in line, no peeps
I'm still on the climb, so steep
All this just to find more me
I'll fill up on drink, sit my ass down
While you show your ass lowkey
You show your ass lowkey
So in my craft, don't speak
Don't speak
Entertained by my own thoughts
Been tryna change and that's your loss
People love if you stayed the same
So they could place the blame on your old thoughts
Feelings change 'cause shit don't pause
But when you feel the pain, you get thrown off
I ain't placing blame
We ain't made the same
This beat feel like I'm seaside with a blunt
Could do anything I please, can't decide what I want
Rap was a dream I don't know if it's my passion
As cocky as I am, not exceptional at rapping
I struggle with the lack of direction in my life
No vision, work in a field I don't like
Best friend ever put his hands on his lady
And I had cut him off, that was red flag eighty
This shit here was too bad ignore
But so was everything from before
That's just why I show love from the gate
Even if they don't reciprocate
Even if they don't show back
I don't ever ever hold back
Here go my heart, hold that
Smile through pain, kodak
Cheese, found out I'm lactose
Wartime stories we don't lack those
Life had gun trying to clap folks
Always stay baked, I don't lack toast
You know how that goes
Joint hits the light, we gon' see what it's like to be me
Flow at a heightened degree
G I'm so Nawfside with it
Two fingers and a thumb in your bitch before I hit it
Been a menace since GIVE West
Pushing 85 North like a bench press
If I could go back and just do it again
Wouldn't fuck with 'em then
I don't fuck with 'em now
If you toughen from shit then I'm buffing it out
I was stuck in a pit, now I'm hustling out
When she up in my shit, I be loving her down
Look at my chick, I'll be up in your house
Cook all your shit, eat some supper then bounce
When they collect your rent
You nowhere to be found
I was stuck in my damn mind
Wasn't calling for help
I was burning in hellfire
Every step was a landmine
They'd be calling my name
I was hush like a pantomime
Fan 'em out, animal
If that bitch act up she a friend of mine
Get in line
Stuck inside the end of times
I been ducking friends of mine
So in my craft, don't speak
You know my past, don't know me
Peel my shit back slowly
That shit just a mask, don't bro me
If you gotta ask, be lowkey
Your Juliets got Rome-'od
Got her in the bath all soapy
Your spirits crushed, your hopes be gone-one
Your spirits crushed they hopes be gone-one
Made your chick flip like OG phones-ones
I need my space, that hoe be gone-one
So in my craft, don't speak
Itching at my neck 'cause I think I might grab it
Turn it around, make it bang
Turn it around, make 'em sing, yeah
Aim at ya' feet make ya' dance
Waiting for me to advance
Patience is key
But I lost my keys, hold up, damn
Pacing for miles
Ace in the deck, they gon' play me, no doubt
Still making 'em smile
Make 'em kick off they shoes and stay for a while
We stay in the clouds
Post up on the roofs and wave to the crowds
Go bet all your chips, bitch
I'll rake in the pile
Making a killing like I put the dagger inside of the victim
And brought up attention by calling up all the divisions
And giving they artists descriptions, yeah
That's just my mind for you G
Hope you don't mind it's just me
Would you at the time? Oh hell
Look like it's my time, oh jeez
I'll put in the time, no fee
I still must decide slowly
Been too many times where I'm two steps behind
And I jumped back in line, no peeps
I'm still on the climb, so steep
All this just to find more me
I'll fill up on drink, sit my ass down
While you show your ass lowkey
You show your ass lowkey
So in my craft, don't speak
Don't speak
Entertained by my own thoughts
Been tryna change and that's your loss
People love if you stayed the same
So they could place the blame on your old thoughts
Feelings change 'cause shit don't pause
But when you feel the pain, you get thrown off
I ain't placing blame
We ain't made the same
This beat feel like I'm seaside with a blunt
Could do anything I please, can't decide what I want
Rap was a dream I don't know if it's my passion
As cocky as I am, not exceptional at rapping
I struggle with the lack of direction in my life
No vision, work in a field I don't like
Best friend ever put his hands on his lady
And I had cut him off, that was red flag eighty
This shit here was too bad ignore
But so was everything from before
That's just why I show love from the gate
Even if they don't reciprocate
Even if they don't show back
I don't ever ever hold back
Here go my heart, hold that
Smile through pain, kodak
Cheese, found out I'm lactose
Wartime stories we don't lack those
Life had gun trying to clap folks
Always stay baked, I don't lack toast
You know how that goes
Joint hits the light, we gon' see what it's like to be me
Flow at a heightened degree
G I'm so Nawfside with it
Two fingers and a thumb in your bitch before I hit it
Been a menace since GIVE West
Pushing 85 North like a bench press
If I could go back and just do it again
Wouldn't fuck with 'em then
I don't fuck with 'em now
If you toughen from shit then I'm buffing it out
I was stuck in a pit, now I'm hustling out
When she up in my shit, I be loving her down
Look at my chick, I'll be up in your house
Cook all your shit, eat some supper then bounce
When they collect your rent
You nowhere to be found
I was stuck in my damn mind
Wasn't calling for help
I was burning in hellfire
Every step was a landmine
They'd be calling my name
I was hush like a pantomime
Fan 'em out, animal
If that bitch act up she a friend of mine
Get in line
Stuck inside the end of times
I been ducking friends of mine
So in my craft, don't speak
You know my past, don't know me
Peel my shit back slowly
That shit just a mask, don't bro me
If you gotta ask, be lowkey
Your Juliets got Rome-'od
Got her in the bath all soapy
Your spirits crushed, your hopes be gone-one
Your spirits crushed they hopes be gone-one
Made your chick flip like OG phones-ones
I need my space, that hoe be gone-one
So in my craft, don't speak
Credits
Writer(s): Coulter Cook
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