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