Fictional Justice

Jonathan!
D-D-DCR with the
Jonathan!
O-Oh look I found a gun
Nigga I’m gone make you run
Grab the bag and run right out and dash like I ain’t know no one
A-And I don’t think I just scheme
I don’t talk bling bling
Get the axe in the door and change up the whole theme
DCR will tear you down
We stay totin' golden crowns
Step up-Step up to the gang
We gone bang it on our chest
Decisions decisions
I got some choices to make
I got a deadly plan
Going 'round half past eight, eight e-e
I-I-Imma say somethin' that you might remember right
Saw you at the opera house sittin' down with your wife
Gun aimed at your dome
Guess I got there pretty late
Go splat man with the tat
I can see his brain
An old story told
Time and time we wrote
Lies told to the children every day we know
Switch the mystery up and take a trip
I don’t want to think about these
Lies-Lies-Lies no more