tell us they love us

I gave em to raw cook it up sold it hard on these beats I am God brake apart ya whole squad make niggas open they eyes ask me how can I survive been a shooter since 5 lickin shots in the sky completely lost as child when it's beef I just growl sink my teeth in your smile blood drippen from pistols whippings exposing all my victims bodies popping up missing straight rocking competition it's either death or prizon with every breath breeds wisdom still tryna make it in this business showing love to my women my futures is in repentance but death is what they sentence tell me how could they convince us they love us but kill us senseless takin pictures recording victims wit they arms missing