End Of Story (Bonus)

Mmm, you know we living, we on (This Is The Sound) look Sometimes the best response is none at all You prolly would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked You 'posed to walk it how you talk it But shit, I still ain't got my point across Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot They wouldn't have said he wrong Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome Lul Timmy riding right or wrong Blood on your brother on the ground, gon' pick your mans up Damn right we screaming self-defense He shouldn't have never put his hands on me Look at the footage, that's all the evidence See them pussy niggas shouldn't have ran up on me Who the fuck said that I was hidin'? I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me And to set the records straight I ain't never had no show inside the A Million on my head, that's what they say That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight Come run up on me, bite the bait 30 clip on me, jump out, shake That shit a shame, I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave Ayy, we be on some beast shit We be on some rock out with that Glock out on some G shit I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shit We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit We be on some fucking hit his mama house when his bitch in there Sometimes the best response is none at all You prolly would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked You 'posed to walk it how you talk it But shit, I still ain't got my point across Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot They wouldn't have said he wrong Fuck what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome Lul Timmy riding right or wrong Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body Right by the store with all 'em Crip niggas, only life that I had What they don't know He knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask Know many men, they wanna kill me Feeling like Curtis Jackson, whoa I don't give a fuck how no one feel My mans ain't do nothing wrong And if your mans wouldn't have did the same You need to stop fucking with him They on our side And e'rybody think this shit a game I already know it's murder behind this shit This Is The Sound