Текст песни
I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun And they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road fuck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
Let me tell u summin about a shorty yo
He aint have enough so he went made a birdie go
He had a better heart but niggaz tried to hurt his soul
Diamond in the rough he blowing up he on a roll
I seen a youngin catch a body he just left that nigga sorry
Walk with it so calmly duffle bag he got a shottie yeh
He grew up so wassi and he bearly seen his mommY
Daddy was a goofy he know he cant be a dummy
When we were there the nights cold got me freezing and shit
I put my trust in pistols had to rubber my grip
They barking at me while i go got me talking my shit
I treat em like a pitbull put a lock on that bitch
And that burner clip full yah its filled to the tip
U see my only nightmares that i wont die rich
And Not a nigga i fear thats considered a sin
I got blood in my tears so I'm holding em in
I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun
But they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road fuck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
We were there the nights cold had to ride with my gang
R.i.p to murda marz he was pushing a stang
Sealand died his dad died his mom I'm feeling her pain
I was locked in children's aid had to walk through the rain
You know these friends are fake let my fans wait to see a better me