9 Shots

Fifty, fifty, fifty

Ferrari, Ferrari, Ferrari

Shooter, shooter, shooter

I was innocent then, I ain't do no wrong

She said, you mommy little man, I said, yup, uh huh

She was everything to me, when she came I just lit up

Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up

It was welfare hustling, they killed her for that

The first shot, bullet wound in my back

I'm fucked up, look at my sneakers, I'm fucked up

Now I'm on my own, mommy gone

Sam said, you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?

You don't need fish, little ****, you need a pole

You don't need no new kicks, you need an O

Chop that, bag it, get right back at it

That touched me, it hit me in my heart

I'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start

I am what I am, Sabrina's only baby

Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my 380

Oh man, I fucked up, nana gonna kill me

Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see

Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope

Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope

Try to punk me and my gun smoke

Look, I'm outta control, my gun go

Off like it's legal, call the cops, you need to

Give 'em my description, I ain't bullshitting

My high school sweetheart, love didn't last long

**** start flashing that bread and she was gone

That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then

My next girl was a pain in the ass

I got two shots left, in case **** try to get me

That's nine shots, we just call it fifty

Mama said the Lord gonna bless us

Mama said, mama said

Mama said the Lord gonna bless us

Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses

Mama said the Lord gonna bless us

Mama said, mama said

Mama said the Lord gonna bless us

The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn't get us

Mama said the Lord gonna bless us

That's what mama said, that's what mama said