Choices

Damn How I'm in this spot again I was hanging with my friends Now I'm passenger to sin Let me out Let me out Now we turning corner down these city blocks This Honda got semi glocks I don't want no parts We all craving some wings so we leave But the spot I get my wings Next to where they get they weed So re-route Re-route I ain't no party pooper Plus I used to smoke So I ain't foreign to this maneuver See I was raised in church But I wanna bad I had pops at the crib All my friends ain't have dads He was present in life Taught me don't follow the crowd I knew I was a leader I was letting him down But we proceed Pulled up to the spot A car was out front Windows roll up My homies roll up The windows roll down Our windows roll down This ain't our supplier He name droppin people we know My homies stay quiet He say follow me Now I'm like hell naw Ima Christian rapper I ain't supposed to be near y'all Well... that's what I thought I ain't say nun Ain't cool to be punk All this for a blunt My patna grab gun He loaded it up I'm smokin a skunk I'm chillin in front of the wing spot Cellus what up I see my nigga so we talkin And we choppin it up Conversin Stackin on business But I'm with evils I know my nigga a Christian Jehovah my witness They tryna stick me for my cream Shit it aint a dream Things aint never what they seem Damn Now I gotta kill niggas instantly Damn Now I gotta feel no sympathy Damn Laughing at my enemies The energy And making all this money Be the remedy Should've been from Tennessee How I trap songs for ten a key Said she sick of me When I leave I bet she remember me Who ever knew my closest dawg would be a gospel rapper He came to chill up on the block But he ain't judge me after I got a gun One in the hand My dawg do too It's more life outside Chicago If you only knew Look over his shoulder I see that black impala creepin The window roll down My guards went up My guns went up Shootin Shootin I hope I aint hit I hope I don't miss I know Cellus thinkin man this aint it It's fucked up I got my dawg in the mix The car peel off The windows shattered The smoke clear I can't get up I look around No one's near I lay my back down I can't breathe I'm finna die now Cellus come over me With tears in his eyes now Saying the Lord's prayer I feel my air runnin out Hoping that God's there I feel my time running out