8 Shotta

Young Don.... dese my young killas... trillist...illist... dangerous.... hazardous way. precautious... yet careless... sorry he couldn't see today... yesterday i thank God i survived my slaughter of me. .. n got at him 4 he caught up with me ... aint no sense of feelin lost... aint no other way...but... . hard blow... aint much dope .... just fentanyl... eyes of the Crow.... before death comes... i do him to the dirt .... haunted by the ghost of bloodshed always on edge n ready to squeeze... harder to survive after i squeeze... mentality twisted only way i see to stay alive keep a slug n da head my man from school chise to b a gangsta just like me sad he couldnt survive on his drug rip. God bless marcellus bailey soul... its snakes in da grass... i gotta p 30... im ready to die.... nothin matter more than respect. gotta die soon... in a race to kill..rose petals from blood shed tears of love ones from tears of a young thugs rage... when thugs cry...two drums on the mac 10.... drum roll ... hear the thunder n da sky ... make it rain on them hoes ass nggas leave em dripping wet right there in da grass