Put it down
Put it down I knew a kid who was only 14 His clothes were always dirty, but his flows were so clean Every morning he would walk to school This dude was pretty chill. He never really broke no rules. Youd catch him outside with his Homies after lunch Spitting rhyme skinny guy, but his words packed a punch Walking home he would often have to take a different route The bully often stopped him, and socked him then it was lights out You see this shit happens kind of a lot He started thinking how the hell can I make this shit stop? Open the drawer under the clock he remembers where his father used to hide the Glock Before he even touched it, a voice said stop You should choose to use the weapon you already got And it occurred to him a murdere he is not He shut the door, grabbed his notebook and he started to jot Course Think about the moves you’re making Your life’s still ahead stop shaken Cause who is it you think your faken Boy ur not done stop play Think about the moves you making Cause your life is still there for the taking Yo, I’m feeling pissed off because my boy just got shot Pop pop on the way home from school Took a second glance then he recognized the foo in the backseat trying to fit in tryina be cool a wanna be trying to be a G trigger squeeze lucky shot heart stop mind drop No room to amend tryina get revenge On his way home saying fuck getting stoned I’m a show these motherfuckers I’m grown kid was like my fucking brother I gotta go tell his mother how much he really loved her He held no woman above her. Tears in his eyes as he reach for the knife he’s gonna kill these motherfuckers tonight. But then somewhere inside somewhere a light decided to pick up the pen and right put it all down saying fuck them. I wanna fight. Didn’t care if they came at him they might. So we turned around and released a trap that night
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Put it down I knew a kid who was only 14 His clothes were always dirty, but his flows were so clean Every morning he would walk to school This dude was pretty chill. He never really broke no rules. Youd catch him outside with his Homies after lunch Spitting rhyme skinny guy, but his words packed a punch Walking home he would often have to take a different route The bully often stopped him, and socked him then it was lights out You see this shit happens kind of a lot He started thinking how the hell can I make this shit stop? Open the drawer under the clock he remembers where his father used to hide the Glock Before he even touched it, a voice said stop You should choose to use the weapon you already got And it occurred to him a murdere he is not He shut the door, grabbed his notebook and he started to jot Course Think about the moves you’re making Your life’s still ahead stop shaken Cause who is it you think your faken Boy ur not done stop play Think about the moves you making Cause your life is still there for the taking Yo, I’m feeling pissed off because my boy just got shot Pop pop on the way home from school Took a second glance then he recognized the foo in the backseat trying to fit in tryina be cool a wanna be trying to be a G trigger squeeze lucky shot heart stop mind drop No room to amend tryina get revenge On his way home saying fuck getting stoned I’m a show these motherfuckers I’m grown kid was like my fucking brother I gotta go tell his mother how much he really loved her He held no woman above her. Tears in his eyes as he reach for the knife he’s gonna kill these motherfuckers tonight. But then somewhere inside somewhere a light decided to pick up the pen and right put it all down saying fuck them. I wanna fight. Didn’t care if they came at him they might. So we turned around and released a trap that night
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