Shell-Shock (Progress)

I've been ballin since my adolescent years

doing crimes with 9 make my enemies fear

watch em flee, when they see, the rage in the chrome

I feel bad I gotta send em home dead and gone

put the rose on the casket, another G gone he was blasted

Kickin' dirt in the cemetery, pray to the heavens for a message

or some leverage, on this life i lead, is there a heaven

for a G, cus' I can see my last breathe cause some grief

puffin on the weed, thank god for for this cigarette

cause my nerves shell shot, can cause a niggas death

need a private jet, to escape this madness that thuggin gets