Damn

Damn This shit ain't, what it is Make it hard, for you to live Even baby's; getting killed, nigga Schools, unsafe Churches, unsafe Lil one; 12 years old With a; thirty eight Murders, increasing Bodies dropping, in broad day And it's always; on some, stupid shit I swear It's like they'll, kill you For the hell of it Just got word Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes Damn Gunned down, by his own mans Crazy how, your enemy Can be, your own friend I come from, the trenches for real Chip extended, for real You get it, for real Hold up I f*ck niggas, bitches for real! Better, get her; for real Before I; dick her, for real Hold up I'm blowing, on that pressure, for real Eyes low, u can tell Plus, you can; smell it, from here Hold up She was only, 13 Swear that, shit there; hurt me Bullets, hit her Ricocheted; off the, shower certain Another mama, crying I'm sick of, this shit Comfort; in her, own house! She still, get hit Police, a gang Shitd They on that; same shit! Walk in, your house Kill you; in your own, residence Madea; told me, it'll come to this Shitd I been, roded up; ever since Mane This shit ain't, what it is Make it hard, for you to live Even baby's; getting killed, nigga Schools, unsafe Churches, unsafe Lil one; 12 years old With a; thirty eight Murders, increasing Bodies dropping, in broad day And it's always; on some, stupid shit I swear It's like they'll, kill you For the hell of it Just got word Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes Damn Crazy; how they, play it Crazy; how they play it Free cuz, in the Feds Free cuz, in the Feds R.I.P, Ray Ray! Nigga; I done cut, the dreads Free, Kaycee I got you, lil cuz Nigga, hold your head Trust issues Keep the luger, with the infrared Still grinding; with this, music shit Just like, Poochie said Hustle in a, couple ways Had to make, a couple plays Heard cuz, in the hole! We ain't talk; up in a, couple days Take her; and I f*ck her In a couple, ways Lil bitch, got that; tropicana taste! I ain't, lying She hell of, fine And got that; drip, drip Like a, fossett I'm talking, wet for days Hold lot of, chaos Bodies dropping, everyday now. Lot of people dying Bout some shit, that we don't know bout Coronavirus They claimed, it's new But that shit, been out! Youngsters; out here, wilding With all, these bodies Need to, chill out Need to chill out This shit ain't, what it is Make it hard, for you to live Even baby's; getting killed, nigga Schools, unsafe Churches, unsafe Lil one; 12 years old With a; thirty eight Murders, increasing Bodies dropping, in broad day And it's always; on some, stupid shit I swear It's like they'll, kill you For the hell of it Just got word Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes Damn Damn This shit ain't, what it is Make it hard, for you to live Even baby's; getting killed, nigga Schools, unsafe Churches, unsafe Lil one; 12 years old With a; thirty eight Murders, increasing Bodies dropping, in broad day And it's always; on some, stupid shit I swear It's like they'll, kill you For the hell of it Just got word Lil homie; got killed, over cigarettes Damn