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