I Need More

Can't believe I'm really here,

Burner in the south pole

Boys in the hood but it's too late to let me out dough

Crash out missions right of passage they were told

This what make a break a nigga on the weight ya name will hold

Numb a nigga mind tell you take a sip of this, and

Do a line of that, or

Gon and take a hit see

I got no beef wit these nigga we huntin

In fact they used to be the homies back when we was youngins

Now my mind racing too fast

Paranoid starting to think

How many cops did we pass

How many whiteness will see

How many hearts will I break

How many tears on that curb

How many rounds will it take

How many years will I serve

The Questions running though my mental while I'm grippin this pistol

Is it worth it just to hear the homies call me official

Am I really nothin more than just the hood guided missile

Aiming out this door, shit I guess we'll never know

As I lay my head and close my eyes

I cross my heart and hope to die

I can face my fears and don't know why

I need more

Its some smoke in the city tonight

(Gun smoke)

And everything is done up close, we on 10 toes

Tunnel vision, I'm in the zone but I'm real calm

Bout to put a X on a nigga, I'm Farrakhan

You don't got no problem wit these niggas?

I do

RIP (gun noises) RIP (woopty woop)

I got at these niggas just smoked yo cousin, brutality

And we know who did it, and that's the reality

Mask up nigga, and clean the burners off

Comin back wit K's, score got raised

Its a deadly game, shouldn't have joined the gang

When I do my thang, im coming point blank

My energy on go nigga, you gon sit back and wait for em

Prey on em, while they mamas pray for em, (Homies dead)

I aint having that shit nigga, (homies dead)

I love the homies, grew up wit em

Am I wrong for gettin it on?