Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep
Trying to make money so my family could eat
Back with a vengeance
No....u cant handle these weapons!
The optimistic, pro on the lottery
But momma raised me right wont be a robbery
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery
Words are weapons (weapons)
Without the sound of guns
She likes the way it hits her lips
Words are weapons (weapons)
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >