Broken Stories (feat. Champ Morris)

Sideways the city The corner The block The boulevard to yard I serve 'em track upon track Never release the wack Paragraphs to phonographs Murderous math And gunshots on crooked paths It's the What it do Skipping from school We in the wind Gang banging Out my peripheral I spot a friend What's real homie Out of nowhere He steal on me Before I could catch my breath Somebody hit me in the chest With a bat or a pole Feel my skull crack ok Then another bone Thought we was cool Now I'm laying in a bloody pool On cold stone, dead Thought I was a regulator Next thing I remember Was the sound of the respirator Respirator the sound Remember one thing Regulator Dead On the Stone Cold Coat stained And bloody mane Crack, skull, snap Chest to bat Bat to chest Stealing my breath And that's that Nowhere a real Homie or friend They all dipped In the wind Gang banging On paths that's hella bent Sideways the city The corner The block The boulevard to yard I serve 'em track upon track Never release the wack Paragraphs to phonographs Murderous math And metaphors for the masses Shots fired Tuck and roll Run and hide I'm dog tired And I'm the only one on this side who's ever balked iron Get to some cover and wait for cover fire I got your flank from right here Run to the other side And let them folks have it We repacking havoc It's red platter on my glasses I see them backwards My brother hit his first op And now we on they assets They on higher ground We stuck in this ditch dog If we don't get up out this hoes We will surely get picked off Gang war, they don't have out colors on Shoot 'em all I spent a bill at the box I'm shooting every ball Rewind Somehow I feel the need to clarify We thuggish' at the paintball park We gettin' hella live You probably pictured brothers dying from more gun violence We're just living our best lives It's fun times