B-ville

Verse: kids playing with guns, and momma high off of crack

i got use to seeing it, it became a part of my habitat

mothers constantly crying, cause kids constantly dying

and im thinking to myself, when somebody gone draw the line

but its kinda hard to change, in a 501 state of mind

i didnt see what the streets was doing, might as well say i was blind

i felt like in my hood, i was the only one that was tryin

me and my niggas, we where the only ones that would grind

we kept saying "aint no way we gone make it out"

either we gone get locked up, or somebody gon take us out

see i was a risk taker, so i didnt really give a damn

either i was gone make it out, or god him self lay me down

then one day shit real got real rough, came home from school

they then shot my whole crib up, and right that moment i just

wanted to stop and give up, i couldnt tell if it was a nightmare

or reality, so i buckle up , had to change my mentality

but god gone come through, i know he will

this just another story from B-ville

but i aInt done , its alot lot more left

gunshots so loud, itta leave a nigga deaf

everytime i stepped out the crib, i could see the face of death

im thinking to myself, how much time i got left

friends getting smoked, i aint got that much left

looking both ways, im the only one left

so much pain in the last three months, i then fucked around

and rolled 3 to 6 blunts, heart getting kicked around

like a kick return punt, a friend getting smoked

like every fucking month, i then got so scared

i fucked around and got a gun,loaded up the clip

i felt hotter than the sun, making niggas fold up

like a hot dog bun, put the gun to his head and play

duck duck goose, and if a nigga make a move

ima bust it at you

 

 

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