Black Camaro

Yo

**** get shot every day, bitch

Check it, it's TommyGunz

If nobody telling you I'm posted, how you know I'm here?

Watching Pistolettos every move until I'm in the clear

Even when those vatos lit me up, I never shed a tear

Dying for the hood before I bless it, only thing I fear

Picks in California, that's the place you always find me at

Can't say that you a stalker, everybody knows we on the map

Approached me hella slowly, paranoid, just earned another tat

Girl, you bad as fuck, you sure you never let the homies tap?

Who the gang? Baby, fuck these chaps and come fuck with a P

I was 16, I hit that cell and I ain't never tell

You was sending mail, I know I fell, but you would never tell

Soon as I got out, they jumped me in, and now I'm causing hell

Remember you gave your boy a kiss and said you let me hit?

I remember it, we moving fast, and we ain't never crash

I ain't even get my shit together, all I did was blast

I know that I'm a youngster, but my steelo, nothing like these fags

But she still have gunner in the past, the hood still got my back

Ain't nothing to a giant, kicking back and lacing in my boots

Them 33 days inside the county lasted longer too

I got it poppin' now, these bitches want me 'cause I bleed this out

If you from my town, you know my name, he whippin' pistols out

Anyways, girl, come fuck with a thug, he askin' where his hook

I'm the type of fool to say what's up while my homie' mug

Even though you said that I'm a youngster, I ain't hold a grudge

Even when they said you was with chaps, I never hold a grudge

Right now, I probably shrug, but see back then, I was up in them guts

When we pulled up too tight out of my chest, you pulled up with the best

I'm from the hood, just be myself and I could probably pose a threat

At that time, I was a new recruit, my focus wasn't you

I just love to post up in the hood, it's never nothing new

Same cars passing through these blocks, sometimes they try to shoot

I'm here every day, ain't got no job, I'm ripping Pisces off

12 hundred, it's a Gen-5, but it ain't even mine

200 for a piece of metal, it's just me and mine

So we hit Delano and the rest, just keep that shit in mind

Ain't forget you told me that you love me, I would never lie

9-3-2-5-6, that's where these bullets fly

And I was in the back smoking a sack before I had these sacks

Everybody from my hood is cool as fuck, for them I'm really dumb

For you can't say the same, that shit was lame to bring in that to pain

I barely got released back in the streets after they captured me

I'm posted on the East, clapping some heat, not talking to no freaks

I was out of bounds, loading up rounds, thinking of all your needs

I know the shrug of real food's getting shot right outside of her block

Trying to raise a family in my turf, it's almost like a curse

These kids don't claim the hood or be a chap, you're the way in the hurts

R.I.P. to any fallen soldier in the valley, fool

When I say pushin' P, I mean Pete Sloan, that's where I'm comfortable

I run with the clique that's on the East, but we untouchable

Remember when I sent you that first letter, still have months to go?

I never let nobody meet my daughter, I mean, fuck it though

I'm activated and just for the East, I go put on a show

**** get shot every day

Southside, Pistolettos Gang, and everybody knows