Lyrics
I m like howard in hell, what about the chicks and all the cautions?
so when they shot him i felt it inside me
12 years old
there s gunfire in the schoolyard
I m right here, couldn t hear what he say, so when they shot him i felt it inside me
But don t rush to sell your soul for that fame and fortune, i look up the rich quarters and these ricky ross
somebody call 911
you gon survive
We dying in jail, by your bedside to make sure they keep you alive
And all he wanted for his family was a better fortune, more pressure
bullets ricochet and blew through him off a stray
He said take my gun, and all he wanted for his family was a better fortune
He took a toke then he passed me the l, 12 years old Kids, if i die would you raise my son
So when they shot him i felt it inside me, i know shorty you feel alone like macaulay culkin In, somebody call 911
If it ain t no bigger portrait then it ain t important, he took a toke then he passed me the l, a few hours from his birthday
More pressure, with holes in his right lung Razah, there s gunfire in the schoolyard
if i die would you raise my son
A few hours from his birthday, begin to pray, if it ain t no bigger portrait then it ain t important
You gon survive, he rolled up, i know shorty you feel alone like macaulay culkin
He blew the ashes off his white t, there s gunfire in the schoolyard
I m right here, i look up the rich quarters and these ricky ross, i was born to marvin gaye and diana ross shit
i said homie look me dead in my eye
they try to tell you
seen my pops had to flush his ki s in the toilet
wallaby free
But don t rush to sell your soul for that fame and fortune, couldn t hear what he say
Wallaby free, it s harvard and yale Hell, he kept bleeding
We dying in jail, somebody call 911, holding the shop
More pressure, i m like howard in hell, c mon lord please walk me through the rest of this evening
If it ain t no bigger portrait then it ain t important, you seem smarter then me Hell, lit a blunt then he started coughing
they try to tell you
There s gunfire in the schoolyard, i look up the rich quarters and these ricky ross, i m right here
He said take my gun, get the knowledge shorty
With holes in his right lung, bullets ricochet and blew through him off a stray, see i can see you as the next spike lee
that you won t make it to see forty before you see a coffin
Make sure he s still breathing, begin to pray, we had brotherly ties
All the high pitch screaming, c mon lord please walk me through the rest of this evening
We had brotherly ties, shit got in his way, 12 years old
kept coughing up blood
I said homie look me dead in my eye, we had brotherly ties
lit a blunt then he started coughing
With holes in his right lung, begin to pray
Get the knowledge shorty, with holes in his right lung, lit a blunt then he started coughing
ayo pass me a phone here
I look up the rich quarters and these ricky ross, they got a plan that s designed when you design their clothes, there s gunfire in the schoolyard
wallaby free
it s harvard and yale