Stray bullets

Stray bullets might hit your home, DUCK/

Stray bullets might hit your dome, DUCK/

Stray bullets might scar you up, DUCK/

Stray bullets might hit everybody cuz i dont give a fuck/

 

Why you looking at me, what you looking at me for/

Dont come around here, trynna front cuz im strapped up with a c4/

Dont trynna tell me what to do, perfected my craft, now im making the stew/

I now everyone wants a taste of it, and i talk about guns but im not equipped/

 

 

You looking at me, but i dont really care, cuz i got the game on lock/

All eyes on me, riding on my enemies, but im not pac/

Yea im fully loaded, extension clips, without no glock/

Told these bitches i rap, heard a couple songs, now they all in shock/

 

 

Go toe to toe with the devil, and i will win/

It's funny concedering, that my life is one biiig sin/

Left on this road all alone, with the same song i my head/

They told me become a lawyer, so i became a rapper instead/

 

 

Heart made out of stone so i cant feel/

Half of you rappers talk shit, aint none of that real/

Take the uzi squeeze it make you bitches squeal/

And if you think im litterate you aint thinking still/