confessions

late night i can't sleep i get dressed, 4am, i'm gon' get cigarettes, grab my hoodie for the light drizzle, hit the curb, what's the word with the night shifters, on that grizzly grime they said p, nigga you was looking for, i saw him up the street, he was parking his car, probably still there, hot-boxing with little shorty with the hair, who, that bitch with the cheap red weave? yeah, that smut, aaight cool, i'm out, good looking out dunn, made my way up the block to the spot where they saw the joker, that's why i never leave home without the toaster, i saw his radio lights through the rear tint, i stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit, the look on his face was priceless, the bitch micro braids caught fire when the fifth, put pieces of her wig on the seats in the back, now there's weed smoke pouring out the bullet hole glass, turn the gun on him, he trying to float, trying to run up out the car, but left on his seat belt, now the nigga going ham in the whip, cause them shots tearing him up and thunderclapping, there's six million ways to die, i'll choose for you, i live by the gun when you try to move on me, i stick to the script, sometimes i'm too loyal, i step away, get the fools off me, sucker free, get these fools off me, i step away, get the fools off me, sucker free, get these fools off me, you can bet the house that i'm holding, blackjack her face or maybe poker, face for coming at me the wrong way, dog i ain't want to do it to you, you the one that came with that aggressive shit, now you want to cop out, in hood court i'll put your gangsta on trial, you blew it, now it's time to face the music of the israeli uzi, that murder music, this dumbing season, i hunt humans, but i never find niggas when i go looking, they always seem to fall in my hands, like nigga don't blame me, this is really god's plan, up, there he go, what the fuck nigga picking up his kid from the school bus, now how shall i proceed?, do the nigga dirty right in front of his seed, so the little bitch grow up traumatized, a witness, to how ugly life can be, it is what it is, they walking up the way holding hands, look, i drove ahead of them and got out for the ambush, there's no thinking twice, the dark-skinned nigga turned white, 'fore that first shot turned out his lights, now baby girl screaming hysterically, she gon' spend most her life inside therapy, spitting image of her pops, so i smacked the little ho with the gun then i walked around the block, police bugging, i left the chariot still running, forgive me lord, he had it coming, there's six million ways to die, i'll choose for you, i live by the gun when you try to move on me, i stick to the script, sometimes i'm too loyal, i step away, get the fools off me, sucker free, get these fools off me, i step away, get the fools off me, sucker free, get these fools off me