H0TH0TS #2

I done shot my shot Yeah i'm at the range Too Lee in this bitch Yeah I'm about to bang Looking at me Yeah I know I look deranged Might slide on it It's just for the pain Shit hurt My own Soul Trying to slip and escape Rolling rolling gas like Its cigarettes Nigga can't rest I'm too filled with stress Mama on my back Like what this and that I am not the type of nigga To be kissing ass So Expect credit from me And that might be your last Conversation End up on the news Yeah he had to rat Talking to them folks A thin line to getting wacked So I'm staying To myself Like a plane Off the planet I Am All in my space You know I fly off All in a zone of my own Im talking time wise The way I need it Im talking quick Like sum Hot fries I done shot my shot Yeah i'm at the range Too Lee in this bitch Yeah I'm about to bang Looking at me Yeah I know I look deranged Might slide on it It's just for the pain Shit hurt My own Soul Trying to slip and escape Smoking on concussions Because I'm fucking with the pain Fading in and out Like i'm roling off the pink Standing in the rain Time to let my tears drain Reflecting on my life And how I'm turning to a man Chopper got a attitude The way I let it blam Nigga played my fam So I had to bus his brain Clutching on that metal To avoid a early grave Nigga speaking down Dont even Know what I been through Just heard some testimonies Of past demons that I blew But don't wana feel the current ones I call my fuel Shit hurt I'm in the field Lonely in the blues I'd rather be back In the county wearing blues Than laying in my grave Broke, Dead and confused I rather just shoot So watch me hit my shoot I rather just shoot So watch me hit my shoot I done shot my shot Yeah i'm at the range Too Lee in dis bitch Yeah I'm about to bang Looking at me Yeah I know I look deranged Might slide on it It's just for the pain Shit hurt My own Soul Trying to slip and escape