Goldie

I tried to find my Uncle's guns after he got locked I was pissed my brother wouldn't tell me who when he got shot Looking for him in that car 4 times when spun the block Now those are 3 separate occasions and why I believe in God Cuz if I would've found those pistols It would've changed my whole mental And when my brother got shot, we would've stood on some business That time we spun the block, the address that we were given It was wrong, I would've shot a house and hit somebody innocent F*ck, all because of those straps It would've put me in the same exact place that he's at See life is funny like that I credit God for the jokes I came out of the dark I took the monster approach I haunt the game now That dope shit's in your veins now Some do it through the sandwich bags I trap it through the wav files Sit on keys, move it slow until they beg for more I stood tall in air forces whiter than the friendly ghost Look me in my eyes to see right to my soul But to look me in my eyes, you muthafuckas quite bold I wish the worst luck to anyone who bets against me My only prayer's y'all don't forget me and the Lord forgives me Bury me a G and give my mama the money And if you f*ck my woman afterwards, then she wasn't for me Y'all seem to think it's bout the shooter, y'all don't understand fully If the shooter was the man, they would've never killed Sunny But bitches wanna be down like Brandy But gangsta don't die, they het chubby and move to Miami Laid out but the beach, sipping on a mojito, blowing smoke from Cuban with women for Puerto Rico They think I'm crazy Dotta's strapped wherever he goes Arrogant bout it too, some say it's a big eagle Look these more than rhymes Hood living is mortifying But that environment just made us more defiant Warning before destruction, I ain't doubting the science But ops tend to get even at the oddest of times I write it out so I don't keep it all in my mind Since X died, I've been asking Lord to give me a sign