In the back of my mind, I heard the voices call. Three shots when I die, I ain’t ready to fall . Tell my mama everything it’s the way that I live . I swear to God, I’m a fien when it comes da head. White med got me up can’t sleep in the night. Hear da sound of the voice but aint no one in sight . Need a gun, but the demon got me losing my mind. We from the hood better yet we found the dirtiest five . All night we survive on the block with a burner . Multiplied by the whip like we flipping a burger . Locd out to the brain bitches knoe that we dope. We from the hood babyboy where we party the most. Rest in peace to the locs. Free my dogs in a cage . I can’t sleep with the sounds of them calling my name . Tried to bang . Really out with a nickelin Glock. We in the track where the birds really meet up the flock . All the homies in the hood we be strapping the goons . Point deuce blank range we the looniest toons. go Taz on a boy can’t sleep on the rocks. Im from the gang where the devil run the evilest blocks. Wanna pop, but my burner lil dirty from use. 7.62 music knocking the booth. Now we up in the night for the gangster grind. 10 oclock 2 a m i coudnt member the time. i cant sleep