Broke Child

[Chorus] Any day the block could go down, got enough shots to go round He was just a kid when he walked some down, fucked up the hood was so proud Thinking shit a game, till buttons wave, and lock you out your profile I couldn't escape my thuggin' phase, he grown but still a broke child One big last breath, thats just how the creation of ghost sound We really don't mind death, you see shells rain, and the smoke cloud This bitch go "brr", or go "bow", toting this big .40 cal Did what i could, left with a smile, now my same number won't dial [Verse] It's Killa season, make they set dip, like i fuck with Cam Them members fiending, took blow that vec clip, while my brother spray him We left our bangers, for the ones ain't here like brother damn Baby i'm a gangster that's just what it is, and what i am Better guard your head, and keep your lead, or it'll be your hat took He can't get up from what i he said, he was the one that wanted the beef and got cooked Screaming free bro, he can't catch a break, he was just free, got back-booked They see a stain, they hopping your gate, my shorties'll leave your trap shooked Locked in with all the raq crooks, i know how 2000 racks look Came a long way off a rap hook, micro dracs same size as Shaq foot Can't ball with us they just rooks, don't do no talking just push Hang on the rim like Westbrook, they stepped on him he got smushed [Chorus] Any day the block could go down, got enough shots to go round He was just a kid when he walked some down, fucked up the hood was so proud Thinking shit a game, till buttons wave, and lock you out your profile I couldn't escape my thuggin' phase, he grown but still a broke child One big last breath, thats just how the creation of ghost sound We really don't mind death, you see shells rain, and the smoke cloud This bitch go brr, or go baw, toting this big .40 cal Did what i could, left with a smile, now my same number won't dial