Lyrics
Bow down nigga you a deadman
Pray the lord he save the day
Ride around red dot with a target damn
No dem boys they do not play
Wrong move you gone get sprayed
You speak they bring 3 K
Say, bow down nigga you a deadman
Pray the lord he save the day
We pray like
Lordy Lordy Lord
Please forgive all my mistakes
Please forgive me God
Please forgive me God
Please forgive me
Lordy Lordy Lord
Please just wash away this pain
Mercy mercy me
Mercy mercy me
Hail Mary
See, the truth ain't found inna gold pot
And the truth gone show if you drunk or not
Can't tell if I'm late ain't gotta wrist watch
Stay up late all night 'til my eyes drop
No xans just weed lost a Cali' homie
White shirts r.i.p for the deadman
Hands up
Guns down wave the flag damn
You speak loud
They bring 3 K damn
They so petrified
Black up in they eyes
Satan in disguise
Nah livin' proof
This shit just the truth I speak
They traumatized
A bonafide
Thug up in they eyes
You dreaded nappy nigga
In that hoopty
Fit the damn description
Witcho mamma's picture
Up onna dash
Sirens, then they blast
Scream they shoot they shoot
Flee the scene onna body cam
Run Forest run Forest
Gotta get away
Make a way
Fox News witta witness
Sayin' he was young black skin witta book bag
Always crossed that street
Sirens, then they heard a blast
Who shot ya
Ain't no one around
Just 3 K steppin' while you 6 inna ground
Bow down nigga you a deadman
Pray the lord he save the day
Ride around red dot with a target damn