J3t-L33 - H0TH0TS #2

I done shot my shot
Yeah i'm at the range
Too Lee in this bitch
Yeah I'm about to bang
Looking at me
Yeah I know I look deranged
Might slide on it
It's just for the pain
Shit hurt
My own Soul
Trying to slip and escape
Rolling rolling gas like
Its cigarettes
Nigga can't rest
I'm too filled with stress
Mama on my back
Like what this and that
I am not the type of nigga
To be kissing ass
So Expect credit from me
And that might be your last
Conversation
End up on the news
Yeah he had to rat
Talking to them folks
A thin line to getting wacked
So I'm staying
To myself
Like a plane
Off the planet
I Am
All in my space
You know I fly off
All in a zone of my own
Im talking time wise
The way I need it
Im talking quick
Like sum Hot fries
I done shot my shot
Yeah i'm at the range
Too Lee in this bitch
Yeah I'm about to bang
Looking at me
Yeah I know I look deranged
Might slide on it
It's just for the pain
Shit hurt
My own Soul
Trying to slip and escape
Smoking on concussions
Because I'm fucking with the pain
Fading in and out
Like i'm roling off the pink
Standing in the rain
Time to let my tears drain
Reflecting on my life
And how I'm turning to a man
Chopper got a attitude
The way I let it blam
Nigga played my fam
So I had to bus his brain
Clutching on that metal
To avoid a early grave
Nigga speaking down
Dont even
Know what I been through
Just heard some testimonies
Of past demons that I blew
But don't wana feel the current ones
I call my fuel
Shit hurt
I'm in the field
Lonely in the blues
I'd rather be back
In the county wearing blues
Than laying in my grave
Broke, Dead and confused
I rather just shoot
So watch me hit my shoot
I rather just shoot
So watch me hit my shoot
I done shot my shot
Yeah i'm at the range
Too Lee in dis bitch
Yeah I'm about to bang
Looking at me
Yeah I know I look deranged
Might slide on it
It's just for the pain
Shit hurt
My own Soul
Trying to slip and escape

Written by:
Leroy Parker, Jr.

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