Thugged out

Just a white boy in the streets
18, clutching heat put him on a TV
Put his cracka ass six feet deep
Walking down the road, I'm clutching on my pole
Cause my opps is at the corner store, they want me to get smoked
Let em try me, I'ma light they ass up
I done hit rock bottom, ain't no time to give up I'm just trying to see a mill cause i've done seen plenty of bands
Fill your body up with lead, man, fuck throwing
them hands
Got a couple dudes throwing diss tracks, but
I ain't hit back
You can act tough up on them tracks, but up
in these streets you get blown back
From them 30s and them mac's
Do a drive by, hit the gas, spin around, we shoot again
We shoot his friend, straight up in his face
That's what you get for talking down about my gang
Better tuck the ice up on your neck cause we reaching for your chains If you give us what we want, then you will live another day

Im on that goon shit, that rob shit, slide down with that chopstick
Creeping in the bushes, watch that dude get popped quick
Resse shot him dead up on his couch just for running his mouth
My shooters laid his ass down, now he ain't making sounds
Now they know what we bout, we put them barrels in they mouth
Put the cold chrome to the back of his head
Let him plead for his life, begging he don't wanna die
Shouldn't of got up in the streets shit motherfuckers die every day
We blowing them back with them 38's
Everybody i fuck with is down to catch a case or do the race
I'm clutching on that stolen Glock, somebody
move wrong they get shot We laid him down, we just emptied the whole
30 round
And i don't need no fucking shooter, I'm my own fucking shooter
I had to be a man, got up in them streets and flipped a brick
I ain't looking back at the shit i done did
I'm taking everything to my grave, I ain't speaking on what I did