Didn't need a Gun

I can behave but been insane smoke mary jane
And I've been done caved from the upper plane to lows again
I hit today; killed yesterday I scheme tomorrow
I missed the grave shot back and prayed to lift the sorrow
I skipped the games got paid and sipped the bottle
Make the money first then dames are sure to follow
Ridin dirty like a jeep or a chevy tahoe
Big semi auto turn you to many talk shows
I'm only human Why a gun turn me demigod though
Aim and shoot it Feel the power like electric rod nodes
Money coming in monthly it's like I won a lotto
700 grand for signing even gave my mom hope
Came a long way from upper story condos
To the bottom of the barrel where they praise El Chapo
It's hot bro Peril strikes when the line is crossed Oh
Niggas getting boss Oh How many lives are lost though

Niggas pillow talking; baby momma's getting tossed though
All over who got the real juice she can bop on
Over momma shots bust till the top's gone
People get they pop guns Pop off Get popped on
Drop down Get dropped on
Jump up Get pumped up Get wetted up like hot sauce
Smile at the wrong time some people get crop-jaw; lock-jaw
Some people get knocked out get passed round get mobbed on
Yeah I told her spit and swallow till the slob's gone
Hop off then hop on and repeat like hot songs
Butter it up then pop it like some popcorn
This what I'ma be thinking when I'm getting my shop on
Or maybe while writing a flow
My poetry notes be getting they mop on cause hip-hop's on
Spitting into the darkness until the light shows
Or listening to the darkness to find the right notes

This that PVC pipe flow
Connect it piece by piece and let the tide go
Or cap it off and light it up and run away
This enough explosive to not even need a gun today



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Writer(s): Christopher Pettice
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