Tazaahn - Ballistic

Yeah, yeah, I told lil shawty You always in good hands like a palm pilot
Circumspect, niggas be on that funny shit like Jimmy Fallon
And I can't have it, niggas stabbing backs like it's become a habit
And that shit tragic, heart been on my sleeve but I been thinkin' backwards
It'll fix with time, I ain't got no time just to be fuckin' crying
Tryna be the best man that I can be, I feel like genuine
My whole life has changed, she got me so anxious the way she in them jeans
Had her singin', like we was in the church, beat it like a tambourine
Falsetto so high, you would've thought we was at a jamboree
For heaven's sakes, she open them thighs its like the heaven gates
I be openin' up them doors to that beauty shop, I feel like Lisa Raye
Got me feelin' like Sophie P, cause I want nothin' bundt them cakes
And holy father, way she drips so pure it feel like holy water
And I stay strapped, always keep my stick on me like Harry Potter
Every day I gotta, keep myself intact cause I'm a walkin' target
My sons and daughter, need me to be around them so I'm movin' smarter
Crazy thing about life, it then knocked me down but I just keep growin
Lookin' in the mirror, I just tell myself, nigga just keep goin
Shit just happens at the spur of the moment, feelin' like I'm Bruce Bowen
Tryna build up some new shit, have my niggas run it like it's Forrest
Been goin' through some shit I ain't trippin' though it only adds to my story
Whats a movie without no plot twist that shit really just boring
I'm tryna keep these laws and chase a bag while a nigga weather through the storm
I'm a child of God, I be grindin' in the field like the children of the corn
Runnin' the race like Usain, till death do us part
Them demons aim to kill, they shoot at will, they comin' for the heart
In the pursuit of happiness, I'm still a prince, I gotta stay fresh
From the beginning I was made to be holy, so I gotta be blessed
Several shots to his chest
nigga got his nose wiped over some blood that was shed
I'm fuckin' tired of the way we kill each other
That nigga had a daughter and that nigga had a mother
Validation of self-hate
When you don't love your brother
Left my old self I'm clean, hemmed up by G.O.D
Actin' like I'm fuckin' green, list long like a limousine
Got big like creatine, blew up like TNT
Get no chance to enjoy the ride, no ride like GMC
Signs got me seein' things, and I see men as trees
I see how the roots connect right back to the ones who did these things
Connect like PVC
see it all like TV screens
King James and NIV, NLT and GNT
All praise to the most high, till the day I die, I ain't switchin' sides
Lab reports and x-rays came back still can't find no bitch inside
Tryna make it to the home plate, even if a nigga gotta slide
Staying on the path that's straight, even if a nigga gotta die
Pride had me lose it all and that shit really kinda broke me down
Head wasn't up high no more when I looked down, I saw my crown
Real nigga gon' fall so many times, but he gon' keep pushin
Fake niggas gon' try and tear others down but that shit pussy

Written by:
Tyrannus Cook II

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