R2r Josh - Telling (feat. Rell Dray) Lyrics

(Ace banks on the track)
It's a lot of n****s they telling
Who would've thought the bitch would make me a felon
N***a try me ima send him to heaven
I don't tote guns but I'm clutching my weapon
They say I jumped off the porch as a lil kid
N***a I ain't have a porch to begin with
N****s bitch made so I'm aiming at they wig
Mama swear I been stressed out
I wanna shoot through his chest now
Lil bubba couldn't beat his murder trial
I been feeling like a lonely child
I been hurt and my heart has been damaged
Who am I to try and give it to Anne
If you ride we gonna start us a family
When I say that you get mad and you panic
Tired of drowning you like we on the titanic
With my eyes closed I still see my brother
We ain't had nothing all we really had was each other
Shootout in the same circle almost hit gutta
Like damn how the f*ck ima tell his mama
He probably would've died as a pocket rocket
Since that day we don't talk about it
Yea I ain't doing no talking if you ain't my friend
I know that my brothers gonna stick to the end
Freestyle this shit I don't need me a pen
I'm going places I ain't never been
She was four turned her to a ten
Ain't doing no stopping cause I'm going in
Pull up for the shot and that shit going in
Shout out to my mama I know how to win
Hop on the beat like a mother f*cking veteran
Stack up the paper take care of my brethren
Take a look around
Do you got a real one on your team
Do you got a real one who would never leave
Would you come to the rescue when I'm in need
Would you hold it down when I'm not around
It's hard to trust people everybody clowns
I just bought me a glock and I filled it with rounds
If You say you with me then don't let me down
It's a lot of n****s they telling
Who would've thought the bitch would make me a felon
N***a try me ima send him to heaven
I don't tote guns but I'm clutching my weapon
They say I jumped off the porch as a lil kid
N***a I ain't have a porch to begin with
N****s bitch made so I'm aiming at they wig
Mama swear I been stressed out
I wanna shoot through his chest now
Lil bubba couldn't beat his murder trial
I been feeling like a lonely child
I been hurt and my heart has been damaged
Who am I to try and give it to Anne
If you ride we gonna start us a family
When I say that you get mad and you panic
Tired of drowning you like we on the titanic
With my eyes closed I still see my brother
We ain't had nothing all we really had was each other
Shootout in the same circle almost hit gutta
Like damn how the f*ck ima tell his mama
He probably would've died as a pocket rocket
Since that day we don't talk about it
Yea I ain't doing no talking if you ain't my friend
I know that my brothers gonna stick to the end