AK

you don't know about the AK hidden under my bed

You don't know about the bloods across the street on my head

You don't know how it feel to see your homie get shot dead

You don't know about b****

You don't know about b****

You don't know shit b****

You had spooky stories you could tell the camp

I ain't have shit I had 211 cans right in front of me

And n**** telling me how they just downed a man

And seen his eyes roll back

I ain't gone lie

N**** seem like they enjoyed that

Then hit me if I wanna play madden like that shit really voids that shit they really just said to me

I take that aggression to school with me like n**** what the f*** you just said to me

I know my people got a couple bodies that's fasho

What's one more

So please press ya luck

The expression on my cousin face say he don't give a f*** n****

you don't know about the AK hidden under my bed

You don't know about the bloods across the street on my head

You don't know how it feel to see your homie get shot dead

You don't know about b****

You don't know about b****

Written By Wendell James Hayden"