the park

I pull up to the park with a gun in my hand Next thing you know that bitch anint on land Bouta have 4 or 5 more bands Here come the cops put up your hands imma kill you with my choppa it got a beam right I can’t miss with a Motherfucking beam right I’ll line you up with my gunsight His father died they bout to reunite My gun anint polite Life’s a mess but imma still press They said I won’t make it but bitch look at my progress look at my success