Gun Powder

Woke up sad today because my bros in jail

And my cousin died

I'on how to feel

And my babymom's tryna get me locked

And blackmail me on Instagram

I wish shit was different, damn

Can't even take care of my kid

I would let my bruddas out of jail if I could have one wish

Box a **** ass like Iman Shumpert, execute J.R swish

I think he got pumpkins in his house 'cause his face orange as shit

They think Lil T dumpin' in his spouse 'cause she ain't got common sense

I bought everything on my shopping list

If I want that shit I'm copping it

Lil T have no accomplice

Pull up, bad stomach dumpin' shit

I hope all my dawgs could see

When I win we all gon' eat

I been rich since seventeen

I was young and sellin' dreams

I got old still sellin' dreams

I moved on but can't proceed

Can't decide why they deceive me

It's 'cause one day they gon' need me

I can't say that this shit easy

But it get harder when you get greedy

I feel down, sad and defeated

But I can't let the devil beat me

Hard times make or break 'em

Choppa shake and quakin'

Huh, pull up, shake and bake 'em

Couple shot, I hope he make it

Huh, faceshot, Kenny take it

Huh, he lived, now he achin'

Huh, turned him to some bacon

My bro step, I don't gotta pay him

I done grabbed two hoes on the way in

Dicked her down, now the ho tryna lay in

We gon' all get rich stay patient

Tony a real block baby, he come from the pavement

And life like a blunt, for real, when you by yourself, ****, you gotta face it

And don't feel no way 'bout the way you made it, you gotta embrace it

I always watch the talk so I can know what going on around me

We ain't nothing but some **** in the mud who turned to diamonds

Got off my ass and now I'm shining

Send a bitch, ain't nothin' to find 'em

Pull up to a **** spot and get to dumping wit' da carbon

Woke up sad today because my bros in jail

And my cousin died

I'on how to feel

And my babymom's tryna get me locked

And blackmail me on Instagram

I wish shit was different, damn

Can't even take care of my kid

I would let my bruddas out of jail if I could have one wish

Box a **** ass like Iman Shumpert, execute J.R swish

I think he got pumpkins in his house 'cause his face orange as shit

They think Lil T dumpin' in his spouse 'cause she ain't got common sense