Throw The Key

Aye niggas get shot everyday [Chorus] [?] this weapon for [?] just some protection It get hectic in my section, you don’t keep it you could die for real And Lord I pray for the day that I’ll be okay Ima pour eight to the face and drown the feelin’s I don’t like to feel If you ain’t gettin’ up in my shoes, then how you know they fit? Niggas swear they know everything but don’t know they bitch See yo queeny, yo soulmate is just a hoe to me The Johnnys at me they catch me and they gone throw the key [Verse 1] So ion post poles on the net, I gotta keep it smooth Them killa’s comin’ for yo neck, give ‘em a reason to Free baby3 and EMac just sent y’all letters off, three years ago you said I would be rapping I would’ve never thought I done been through it all, and I just want peace Cause one thing it could get tragic in these streets We catch a sucka with his piece, then we gon’ pop ‘em too Put ‘em on the news is an example on how not to move All I know is [?] And I ain’t earned my name for being stupid Ima send you up to god with any excuses You could probably catch ‘em coolin’ where the killas at, catch ‘em loaf and kill his ass, sorry I ain’t feelin’ bad Forever funkin’ Ima die before I make amends, you ever heard the saying life a game, well bitch I play to win Bitches droppin’ neck when they hear you set to make it big, but they don’t give a fuck about your mental or what state it’s in So I ain’t into fuckin’ bitches in my home town She said she like my newer flow better then all my old sounds Sometimes I wonder how life would be I have folks round, but the reaper done took ‘em I’ll never know now I know this F&N 40 won’t bring my people back, but bet you it’s gone keep me from going where my peoples at I told my granny ima change, but shit it’s hard too Got out the streets to start preachin’ it was a smart move [Chorus] [?] this weapon for [?] just some protection It get hectic in my section, you don’t keep it you could die for real And Lord I pray for the day that I’ll be okay Ima pour eight to the face and drown the feelin’s I don’t like to feel If you ain’t gettin’ up in my shoes, then how you know they fit? Niggas swear they know everything but don’t know they bitch See yo queeny, yo soulmate is just a hoe to me The Johnnys at me, they catch me, and they gone throw the key [Verse 2] You talkin’ like you hard in them captures [?] you still a rat I’d give anything in a second to bring my killa back This bitch keep talkin’ told her shut it up and keep it off It’s sad to say but in jail I be in my deepest thoughts Heard there some niggas in the East who tryna start beef Well they don’t hand out trophies for putting bullets in car seats I love my niggas I’d go for them in a heartbeat 2500 cuh this hard street