A shooting range with bullet limits
Cause we been off them slave ships
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest
And if i see you i'm gonna start shooting like i'm coming off a rebound.
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
For every bars that were torn down and suffocated by police like a constrictor
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
The police are just scumbags and a pain in my ass, hemorrhoid
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
A damn innocent bystander chilling with her friends
You ain't got one or the other well brother good night
Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.
After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
The police here are racist while corrupt i reccomend to not speak a word.
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