American/vent

Grew up in a war zone, I get it how I live
I'm from zone 4
Yeah, you know they overkill
Seen a nigga get hit in the field his body lookin' stale

Bullet holes in my window, that's just how we lived
Mama told me street life ain't for me but that's just where we live
On American, shit got real
Hittin' cuts up in that alley, Cory chasin' kids

But we was kids, so it was fun tryna hurt them niggas
Cory fucked up his new shoes, he was chasin' niggas
I was right behind him, cause I'm riding for my brother, I don't care who we robbin'

Heard junior die, shit hurt my soul cause he was only 10
He ain’t get to grow up , he could've been some shit
I don't know who did it, but I heard them shots go off
I hit the floor like, what the fuck going on

I heard what happened, then I talked to trigger, like what the fuck going on
It was crazy, I still, shit was crazy, I still had Cory on my side
He still looking crazy, he a crash dummy, and if I go, I hope he make it
Trigger left, but I still hope he make it with that football shit

Sorry if I'm talking too long, I need to vent
That's why I get high, cuz American wasn't shit
And I miss my hood, but everybody dipped