Ww3 - We Ball (Wemix)
March 13th Thought i was a done niggaA Shooter came behind me with a gun Nigga
I had blood all on my nikes
From my lungs nigga!
I ain't even have a gun
I had to run nigga
Got Bullets passing pass my head
Could hear hit em the fence though
One hit my leg
One hit My foot and
Then I hit the fence though
I'm like somebody hit the
Ambulance I'm fucking hit tho
And they was Black ain't even call em
That's some other shit tho
But fuck the shit
I'm walking home forgot I had a phone
My thoughts rushing
I'm trying collect what's on
I told my girl that
That i got shot
But I'm ok be calm
Just call my people
Tell them people
I'm on my way home
She said ok
I said I love her
Then hung up the phone
Don't say that shit was rude
I gotta stay focused and strong
I got 3 injuries
I gotta make sure I get home
Them niggas got me
Now I gotta make sure I get on
I'm giving free smoking from now on
My brother saw that blood and
He lost it
I'm like man Imagine if he lost me
I been running through them streets I'm Exhausted
But the streets don't love ya back not even
Partially
Damn
I swear it's crazy how this life go
One minute we cool and the next we like Foes
Though That's lightweight cause all these Niggas like hoes.
That's on they cycles
I Got P-T-S-D
I'm like a phsyco
I might pull up with a pole
Like a light pole
Then Let it blow than light ya block up
Like A light show
That's right I ain't say that wrong
Ain't no typos
I know the nigga that shot me
Like how the fuck he made it
Like how the fuck he ain't die
Bitch why the fuck you hating
Bitch after ya shot that first one
Ya shoulda fucking blazed it
But you want sit Their and stare
Bitch you got me mistaken
Written by:
Wallace Walker,III
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