But the spot I get my wings, next to where they did they weed
So re-route, re-route
I ain't no party pooper!
Plus I used to smoke, so I ain't foreign this manoover
See I was raised in church but I wanna' be bad
I have pops at the crib-
All my friends ain't have dads
He was present in live, told me "Don't follow the crowd!"
I knew I was a leader. I was lettin' him down
But we proceed
Pull up to the spot
Our car was up-front
Windows roll up
My homies roll up
The windows roll down
Our windows roll down
This ain't our supply
He name-dropping people we know
My homies stay quiet
He say "Follow me!"
Now I'm like hell nah! I'm a christian rapper, I ain't supposed to be near y'all
Well that's what I thought, I ain't say nun'
Ain't cool to be punk
All this for a blunt?
My patnah' grab gun
He loaded it up
I'm smoking the skunk
I'm chilling in front of the wings-spot
Cellus what up? (Ay yo, 'sup?)
I see my **** so we talkin'
And we choppin' it up
Converses, stakin' on buisness
But I'm with the evils
I know my **** a Christian
Jehova my witness
(They tryna' stick me for my cream, shit
It ain't a dream, things ain't never what they seem.)
Damn! Now I gotta' kill **** instantly
Damn! Now I gotta' feel no sympathy
Damn! Laughin' at my enemies's the energy. (Ha-Ha-Ha!)
And making all this money be the remedy
Shoulda' been from Tennessee how I trap song for ten a key
Say she sick of me, when I leave, bet she remember me! (Yeah!)
Whoever knew my closest dawg would be a gospel rapper?
He came to chillin up on the block but he ain't judge me after
I got a gun, one in hand, my dawg do, too
(It's more life outside Chicago; if you only knew.)
For real?
Look over his shoulder, I see that black Impala creepin'. (Fuck!)
The window roll down
My guards went up!
My guns went up!
Shoot, shoot! (Pa-pa-pa!)
Hope I ain't hit
I hope I 'own miss
I know Cellus's thinking "Man this ain't it!
It's fucked up I got my dawg in the mix."
The car pull off
The window shatter
The smoke clear
I can't get up
I look around - no one's near
I lay my back down
I can' t breathe, I'm finna' die now
Cellus come over me, with tears in his eyes now
Sayin the lord's prayer
I feel my air runnin' out
Hoping that god's there, I feel my time running out
Ha, I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Father god I pray that (I can't breathe) you'll touch my brotha right now (Somebody help). I pray that you'll stabilize his body and his vitals until the ambulance get here. (I'm sorry) I pray that you'll touch him and heal him right now. (I can't breathe) I pray that you'll hold up his spirit, I pray that you'll let him know that everything's gonna be ok. Father god...
Written by: Gregory Foster, Marcellius Preston Hamilton
