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