Lonely Street Stories

 Suppressed by the overbearing hand

Waiting to be taken to the promise land

I don't care if my ride is on a bullet 

With my name on it

Im screamin thug life 

As I empty the clip

Running from the police

Blazing the nights sky

As my glocks lay tricks down to die

Finally put to rest 

It don't matter who you are

Im gonna be the best

Comin from the bottom of the gutta

Straight to the f****n top

Why should I be scared

Of who i was meant to be

All my momma could do was stare

As the truth finally came out

A thug with no love is all I'm about

Nothing to lose tattooed around my gun wound

I move my hand to my nine

Sittin on my thigh

With a gleam in my eye

I took his life

When he tried to gank me with that knife

I always roll on teflon

One day Ill be the don