18

Turned 18 when it happened to me
On the same team but nigga you was jealous of me
Never know what goes on behind closed doors
A house full of cold wars
Well why it couldn’t hurt more?
Late nights when I grieve more
A bloody fist knocking at the door
Know that prayers work
I’m writing down some more
Told my niggas wake up Allah on His way
Can’t pack no bags already running late
I put my past in a bag and burnt it at the stake
All my role models grew up and they went astray
I’m sorry Mom when I ran away
I’m sorry Granny when I came home late
Got 9 bullets in this thang and it’s gone keep me safe
Just in case a pussy nigga hop up out his lane
These niggas hate me on the low but I don’t pay attention
My cuddie got up out the box and he went straight to whipping
Asked me for a band and turned it to a couple digits
I asked em how he did it
I asked em how he did it
Asked em how he did it
I hit the road with em