(More Then Just A Gun) im the chosen one underneath a golden sun feel ive done.. already won, its bazuuka .. more then just a gun .. Ballin like the jay hawks Fallin everyday caz i caint walk Gainin wisdom so i caint talk Burnin bridges But they still try an cross Hip hop just made me boss Avoid crashin into walls as im racin the clock fuck talk im ticked off go hard in the paint no room for soft throw dirt on ma name ill broom it off every now n then i wonder where im at do ihave friends if so where are they at fuck this shit i aint mad u dont see me puttin on a ski mask and grabbin a bat i shine lika light so let me flash i hate to brag but im not fake im glad constantly fuckin statin facts Get stuck ina rut an bounce straight back more rock then a fuckin train track Make u ask for your brains back always stay true fuck change caz change bad thoughts are intellectually painted black Walk out this bitch with class and a guud reputation to carry on my back Hotrail some glass dunno how much time done went past but im havin a blash hustlin cash opportunity blap now i got in grasp Hell yeah im ready to die caz im content with the life that i had learn how to act Catapult the bullshit straight back in they ass im the chosen one underneath a golden sun feel ive done.. already won, its bazuuka .. more then just a gun ..