7.62 Challenge

I just listened to 16 challenges All y'all talking is murder right Screaming you gang Ready for slaughter Leaving em’ wet like a water slide If you talk to somebody That caught a body They would tell you they horrified Cause he Killa that make him a real nigga and that what you glorify I got some shit to say I'm on a mission wait I gotta kill this beat up in a different way My words hit your heart and then they penatrate But let me demonstrate While I ventilate I see a kid Thinking bout crime He only 9 And he loading a nine His momma keep crying They falling behind And they could get put out the house anytime What does he do He listens to rhymes And really believes in Every single Line Banging that YMW MELLY And he got murder on his mind That’s what, he needs to do We making it cool to squeeze and shoot Loading up them 7.62s And he gone squeez at me and you you But He just hungry for the knowledge We never serve the jewels An appetite for distribution Malnourished Learning is the food Gotta swallow our pride And speak the truth Or forever be caught up in the loop We really we eating off the violence That what we choose to feed the youth Nigga We lost Pac to that shit We lost Big to that shit We lost X to that We lost NIP to that shit Just lost Pop smoke to that shit Getting haunted by ghost in this bitch Ain't no more hope to in this shit I don't wanna have to go through That shit We don't need gangstas We don't need prisions We don't need more people caught In the system We don't need shooters We don't need hittaz We don't need innocent people as victims We need more malcoms We need more Luthers We need more leaders We need recruiters We need more doctors We news more lawyers We need more bosses We need employers I got a different way to flow How you sleep but say you woke Trying to through dirt on my name But when you speak my name just Say the goat Y’all making music to stay a float I’m making music to give em’ hope I’m making music to make em grow They ain’t gone play this in the radio They put this dope in the hood So you got to break laws You in the trap whipping a pack Till you get locked in they claws Who put these guns in the hood gave us these glots to rage wage war Y'all niggas sound stupid Keep shooting Killing over these blocks that ain't your While they watch and make s’mores I got a lot to say lord Can we stop and pray for The ones putting rocks in they poors I speak life to the people Don't let death Knock on they door I wrote this rap to save lives click that share and save more Gone.