Gun Smoke
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse]
17 years old, but you couldn't tell 'cause he look 25
Fuckin' up in school, and he stay in and out of juvenile
Momma see him on the news, but she can't believe it, 'cause he his momma child
Drop down to his knees about a hundred times, and he was taught the right way
He got the chance, he took the other side, he wake up thinkin' "pray"
Then say he straight, thoughts change to homicide
Stressin' 'bout the bills, he feel like "damn," he gotta help out
Had to step up at a young age 'cause his pops dеcide to step out
Anger in his body, seen his brothеr body stretched out
He thinking 'bout the killer, and he know him too
You ain't gotta be no quarterback to see just what he going through
Put yo' arm inside no orbs, see what that firearm do
He by his self, he don't fuck wit niggas
And that shit crazy 'cause mom dukes ain't even fuckin' with 'em
And he went Muslim in the county so lil' bro read the Quran every night
He gotta babysit his son every night
And his baby momma down for him
She ain't trippin, spray a whole hunnid' round for him
His BM know he goin through it
She was cryin for em
Know he wanna slide on the opps
She been fuckin with 'em so she got the drop
Time to hit his mans up
Time to get his hands dirty
Gave his manz the drac'
He gon' rock out wit his man's .30
Told him pull up on the Eastside
And he got the G-ride
Draco in his coat
And he geeked up off the dope
He don't give no fucks
Hop inside the car, soon as his mans pulled up
Gloves on, coat on, and his mans rolled up
Pulled up to the opps' spot
Now it's time to post up
They guns in the air, this for my brother, nigga, toast up
Black car pulled up, hopped out with a bag on 'em
Both his pockets full so they know he got some cash on 'em
Trigger finger twitching, his man ready to smash on 'em
Soon he hit the door they on his ass like some pants on 'em
Guns on em, stripped him butt naked, it ain't nun on 'em
Lil' bro took gloves and his mask off ain't nun 'em
Flip the script and put the gun on his mans he tried to run from 'em
Hit his mans in the back, his mans drop, he took the gun from 'em
Blood all in his man's eyes like, "Where the love go?"
Ain't no love when you fuck my babymomma, nigga gun smoke
Turn around tryna hit the opp, the opp got guns tho
He already knew it was over, gun smoke