I’m creepin

I’m creepin Like a manikin He leakin Floors creak again He sinkin I’m in the gang and you know I’m deep in Out in the field your already know what I’m drinking Shoot broad day yeah Im not thinking Is he brethren Idk idc Eyes open all he can do is stare Ima leave him dead in the streets like a bear Chop him up Roll him up Roll a dead nigga up in my blunt He ain’t gonna do nun But ima do sum Damage to his body this ain’t no taunt Walk him down Shoot it up Bullets flying don’t they to run They tag you like lazer guns He laying there looking at the sun Broad day What can I say He gonna lay and his body gonna decay Try to run catch these strays Like a loose dog You took the bait 4.5’s hit you chest I’m from the west So this ain’t no test You gon rest This one time it was me in bro 1am and we tryna get this lo Heart racing tryna get this car and go So I crack the window and made sure to duck low Crack the ignition of and put in the charger Got a call from bro and he said he got a order Nigga from the 5 talkin so we finna put him on a altar He ain’t gone see the light nor see his daughter So we pull up to the block it’s dark and we in a stolie I look left then right ask bro if he got his follie He said yeah you already know I keep it on me Got one up top, mask down, window up We creeping low on there block Then there he go we see him smoking with his locs We let it blow 1 shot 2 shot 3 shots 4 He tried running but he’s not get to far He’s breathing hard gasping for air on the floor He ain’t making it he seeing hell and it’s door So we he the gas and make a quick left We hear sirens so we got to do this right before it goes left We shot him and he really got holes in his chest This is a true story this ain’t no lie He a real person and ik he ain’t had to die All i remember is his last word he said why