My niggas pulled up in the Rover
Had the candy paint, the strap was laying on the floor
He leaned up out the window threw his gang up said, "Let's roll"
Took us to the kitchen, put the mustard on the stove, uh-huh
I'm like, "My nigga, what's it finna be?"
Two niggas in front, three niggas in backseat, uh, mm-mm, seat, uh
My nigga Biscuit passed the heat, uh
Tony grabbed the strap and that nigga passed it to me, uh
My heart's racing, I pass it to my nigga Reef, uh (Reef)
He takes deep breaths, he leans up out his seat
What's the complex of killing a man?
Can't help but think that this scenario's part of a plan
That's word to Willie Lynch and Uncle Sam
Ghetto child, ghetto child (ghetto child, child)
Running wild, running wild (running wild, wild)
This Glock gon' change your ways
So count your days, ah (okay)
That night I sat next to my conscious
She said, "Look at y'all niggas, y'all is some monsters"
Black boy lays on ground, he's unresponsive (look at y'all niggas, y'all monsters)
Then I seen the son of Jehovah
The Holy Spirit, blood of Jesus, it's drowning me over
And this intensity I much rather drown in some water
He told me that he had a plan for him when he was older
Could have been the doctor needed while saving your daughter
Matter of fact a Black president bringing us close
What's the complex of killing a man?
Can't help but think that satan's watching and clapping his hands
'Nother gang banger hopped on the caravan
Ghetto child, ghetto child (ghetto child, child)
Running wild, running wild (running wild, wild)
This Glock gon' change your ways
So count your days, ah
Am I living in vain?
Heart beating out my chest and I'm sweating insane
Doing 80 down the freeway, we swerving through lanes
And then the cops, they pulled behind us, we crashed into a divider
Blood's dripping all down my sinus
They said, "Freeze, freeze, freeze
Put your hands in the air, nigga, get down on your knees, knees"
My nigga Tony grabbed the heat
He said, "Fuck it, I'ma die with my set all on my sleeve
If I kill this nigga now, I could save another three"
Jay screamed, "Fuck the boys, they killed Smiddy last week"
Here's the complex of killing a man
They take a three-fifths man, put a gun in his hand
Black codes, niggas, we never stood a chance
Jesus said he loved us so, he will never
Jesus said he loved us so, he will never
Jesus said he loved us so, he will never
Jesus said he loved us so, he will never
Jesus said he loved us so, he will never