1000 Shots

Yeah
Aye
You tell me be one hunnid'
Ima keep it real
Another youngin' with a dream
I know how you feel
Put a thousand shots up
Yeah I know the deal

I came up round da Ville
Still counting to a milli
A rider since a youngin'
When I popped my first wheelie
Was silly with my cousin
Chasing hoes by the dozen
I had to steer clear
When my feelings start numbing
I turned, start thumbing
Green bills til it's excess
Grind weighing heavy
Like I'm feigning for a chest press
Still a marathon
I told coach fuck a leg rest
I rep that real grind
You couldn't hold me with a bed rest

Shit you'll find find out
When I die out
Seem like they talk the most about you
When ya folks cry out
Always stayed true
Never label me a sell out
I was on the move
I told ma I took the mail out
Then it's back to school
Either that or get the hell out
Seen homies on it too
Other homies had to bail out
Or strapped up, gun out
50 round for fun now
Seen him on the news
Claim he tried to do a run down
I just played it smooth
Built my numbers
Check the stat sheet
When they ask who grinding
Man them niggas better at me
Ball still in the trunk
Shit I used to be an athlete
I was running trains plus
Laps at the track meet
Ahead of my game
Course some bitches wanna track me
Circle tight knit
I got brothers that can back me
No matter what's the time
Either driving or the backseat
Nigga this the Ville
I can peel off down a backstreet
Uh
We on survivor mode
Tryna get it right shit
I been on the graveyard
Working on a night shift
Looking in the sky
Praying that he hit the light switch
Taking all my shots
I ain't stressing what I might miss
Yeah
And I don't miss
1000 shots



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Writer(s): Andrew Cunningham
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