I'm conscious, my father told me be cautious
I have to watch who all I bring around me
I'm with some hit-man, talking numbers like a auction
You know i got all these demons around me
The love me, so they don't tax me like its Boston
My brothers come kill yo whole team about me
Godly, but for my life you'll be a body
I'm humble but that's the things about me
Bossy, shorty drippy she stay saucey
Put her to sleep so she can dream about me
She got a man doe, still knock me down like a bando
When she with him, can only think about me
Scared to walk outside without my gun
Trying to walk by faith trapped in my thoughts
Still cry out the blue cause I lost my brother
You would probably too you seen the things I saw
Use to trap all night posted with my gun
30 crack bags sealed in between my jaws
Bufords tweaking for this money I'm every street
Gotta feed these babies I'm no dead beat...
I needed my pistol on parole
Couldn't let them take me out my glow
Had to do some things that you could never know
Lord I couldn't let them take my soul
I know to godly is the goal
But I couldn't let them take me out my glow
Had to do some things that you could never know
Lord I couldn't let them take my soul...