Rock-A-Bye Bulletz (unfinished)
• Written by H1gh0ffaj
H1gh0ffaj's Notes
Just a 3am 20 min quick jotI'll finish it soon along with Boogeyman
Just a writer from the Ville,
And from the Ville it get so real.
Fuckin' with the wrong one,
Get you popped,
It get you killed.
Anywhere and anytime,
Dont give a fuck 'bout no damn kids.
Old heads go around,
And ask these kids to do their bids.
"Yo, youngin' what you doin'?"
Not shit, bitch what you doin'?
They say respect your elders,
But the Ville be going through it.
They say dont trust nobody,
The Ville is an example why you shouldn't.
Everyone chasing they dreams,
Here we prayin' to pursue it.
Counting who we lost,
While you count the lunch that was packed for ya'.
Rolling up at twelve,
While your Mama got a bedtime for ya'.
Hittin' it extra long,
Cuz it got a little short on ya'.
Coming to the Ville,
You better keep a mace and strap on ya'.
Speaking of a strap,
Everybody got that.
Some carry 4, 5.
The rest already got clapped.
Only you got your back,
You'll trust just to get smacked.
Don't trust nobody back,
Don't get caught while you lack.
Bullets through the window,
Hit the TV,
But he missed me.
6 holes up in the wall,
I patched 'em up.
I think you missed, T.
Samsung still function,
Me and lil' bro still watchin' movies.
If I ain't know any better,
I'd still say that you a rookie
