Take my winnings and leave me with my mistakes...
Brighter days be gone from memory.
I've seen the sudden loss of life that only comes with ******....
memories of happier days are clouded in my head,
I try and find a simple thought, to over think and push away the images that that staind my brain and hid so much of myself away....
See I try and be a good guy,
Most child killers do!
Most of us, not all of us but certainly some, myself  included.
Take what they see and then forget it all.
It's easier to sit in the moment, relive the trama, and resee the colors and hear the screams because after that life was gone so we're our dreams....
We keep so much away from others,at 12yo I saw a homie blow a pleading man's head off.
I don't wanna think more about the good times...... Take my happy days back.....
At 13yo i watched bodies drop after I took the shot I was told to take.
How can I see there fate so suddenly come to an end, and smile at the birth of my son....
There souls set heavy on my shoulders, I say nothing of there demis. Who am I to speak apon another man's life that my hand has taken?
I'm sorry, that I at the time I was a stone and showed no hesitation, taking away the one person that could have saved us....
No I cry in my sleep... when they come back in my thoughts and create nightmares as vengens....
Others see me  distant and angry but
I just lose myself in practicing apologies.....
So when you holla and I ignore ya, or turn around and unload on ya. It's cuz I'll never find the words that'll make my theft of life ok......

Send my happiness to the souls

Chorus×4
(×2..You better be warrin a vest.)
Cuz when I come shootin I come aimin  for your head and your chest.
(Verse 1)
Bullets cost money an I'm stingy wit my bread.
Never catch me sparayin prayin that I hit a shot...
I'm scopin
postin in the ally way.
Interuptin a ***** tryina catch a lift off a spliff
an take a second for him
but this 9 has thing for killing fake *** tricks. . .    An I got a thing with head shots when I'm huntin  a *****
(Chorus ×2)
I make triggers flinch with my intent.
Born and bread at full throttle,
living in the second. Survivin off the grams,
counting change that cowards scrounged up for back pay.
Roll up an take you and your homies bus money... better run quick yo momma says you late to take a ****...

I try and stay cool headed, dealin wit selfish *******.
Yall gotta understand that if I'm in yo whip ,handin you a zip... wether you my best homie or a the biggest punk *****.... I'll look ya in the eyes an tell ya the same ****.....
( beat droops off into tempo snare)
(Hook)
I got whatever you want,
If ya need a real souljah ima killa for pay..
Movin weight is how I was raised.
I'ma bad *** till I'm in my grave.
Making paper, poppin Champaign.
Naked women help pass time by hopping in the long  ride
This is my life- haters keep outta my sight.
24/7 I'm living 1 he'll if a life

Look.... Look
I see it an you dont,
Fame is my antidote.
Blowin, smokin, oh my god!
Livin life like I won it all.
While I struggle on my way
Turnt looks remindin me that I was ment to be the entertainer
Cuz I attract attention like a celeb.
Sittin on corners tradin money for product so I can get ahead...
In the struggle every day.
Afraid this waight is gonna make en take my life away...
But 1 day my face is gonna be what you see when you think of takin less than nothin and turnin it into to a dream....

Yea....so what-chya know about a criminals mentality?.....
Or what a **** sees when hes walkin on the sidewalk.. muggin mean
Big shirt, and baggy jeans
Pockets full of dope or a gun on his hip,
Posted up in a Gangsta lean with a fat joint lit...
You see crime an i see the will to survive.
I Raised myself an made myself a soilder with a hustle
A-hundred percent stone hard muscle
No room to hesitate,
just make yo money so you family has food on they plate
Dope'll always feed the babies cuz the fiends'll always pay
Police'll never give a break..
throw the only one makin money for their family in a cell
They tryin to make the,
gangstas, tha dope men, da pimps and da thugs slaves in uniforms locked in cages
for makin money when bosses won't hire nobody from tha hood just cuz -A- how they look
Maby we gonna rob the place, somebody gonna shoot us N we gon forget to call in late...
So what'd you say you know?
Nothin??... yea back away *** this is something only hood folk really know
So keep ya head low and go home. Watch who you glance at cuz round here murders are strung out on dope an tend to pull the trigger fast

Throw my hoodie on...
an lace Up my stompin boots
My girls lightin me cigarette while I'm rushin for the door
She don't like it she just accepts what I do
Watchin as I run away outta view
Only thing she knows is that I'm a soldier
Just doin what soldiers do
If I don't come home she already knows that I'm either in the hospital jail or dead.
It ain't fair,
And probably weighs on her if she should have gotten knocked up with my kid

Yea.... ztickz!.....
    It's been a minute since I could really feel it.....

I been stressing a lot lately,
my mind ain't been thinkin sanely
I ain't wrote one word to beat in months
To much stress? Maby...
I gotta baby on the way 26 weeks along and I'm broke without job