GUN VIOLENCE*

[Snippet]

[Intro]

Yeah, this that treacherous nights, Killadelphia type shit

Hold your Thirty tight, when you go to sleep

[Pre-Chorus]

All we know is gun violence (Gun violence)

Go to jail, come back and now your son wildin' (He wildin')

Got a price all on his head, don't give a fuck 'bout it (He don't give a fuck)

Sittin' on the couch with his grandmamas, smelling like gun powder (Fuck that shit)

[Chorus]

Yee, Yee, all we know is gun violence (That's all we know)

He just smoked a nigga broad day, ain't give a fuck 'bout it (Hrr)

Now it's murder gone to his head, he gettin' a rush 'bout it (He get a rush)