A Smoker's Story

Don't need a parasite looking for a host I pull up like the Mafia now it time to kill the joke Here's the plan catch outside when trying to smoke (Bang Bang) Blood red left him dead he going ghost Trauma through his mind he is not alright Learned to leave worse then the Paul and Robinson Fight Pops told him don't do it say out of that life cause you're bound to lose someone and that comes with a price He said F that cause he needed protection Needed homies that will get anyone that steps in his section Keep that pain in his heart not trying to see the gates of heaven He known for moving smart that's why he keeping him a weapon. He is mold to a soldier the streets taught a lesson He not broke but he trying to run up every blessing He become too familiar with the reverend but he'll shoot a nigga with the 9 and he'll be dead by 7 Cold heart but he carry the heat Mama told him be elite He overkill his victim until he deceased Blood in his city murder rate don't decreased Built for the court but making plays in the field Learned that his gun is his sword and his shield Member his body that's when crap just got real On that gang shit he said take his breath if he squeal Here we go he making plays on the low Thinking bout who he gone to smoke Opps on the net say that he a joke This some organized crime he go to jail for R.I.C.O case Court judge said that there is no way that He can be the charge He living large in enemy base He a captive trying to make it home safe