BazooGa

(Verse 1)
Family feud brought to you by steve harvey
But family's food ain't coming and im starving
Bleeding the blood so the crippled can't barge in
Streets alone they the bigger dogs barking
Disappearing in the darkness this the hardness they testing in the department
The toddlers do gooders are getting shot at
Tomorrows news has already been set
The horror of the vocal put my core or the dome its like a story of the goor poor
Hit the shot of the vod getting drunk oh my god on thе block with a Glock shoot the cops
Didn't mean to say that can i take it back
Didn't mеan a Glock
Hit em with the gat in the back
Crooked wanted bandit
Do do do the damage
But i gotta vanish
Like its fucking magic

(Hook)
The streets i know they fucked up
But please dont get caught up
And eat what your mom got
So the police dont have to come at your block

(Verse 2)
Never had it hard but i understand the part of the people that can't even pee in a pot
Its bad syllable check battling beating back
The rebel heavy metal cop the red bull in the ghetto and the savage sounding melo's
Instrumental going bad
Bitty bitter get up its a itti bitty set up
Distracted cause you was too busy doing situps
I dont even wanna dive in
A fish doing the right thing
I was right kid the kite slips
The wind just led you right in your nightmare im quite scared might die here
But im right here on the ground with a spiked bat in the right gear feelin the right fear
Im standing in the mirror and my vision getting clearer
Its only getting iller hit the killer like i did her
My reflection is complex
And i highkey like the idea that my idols recognize me and i might be wrong or right about the fact that they might like me
Cause the rhyme schemes are a tight squeeze but its triangled i see lights please silent like a high tea or i pleed guilty for the heist from last night g
The fight scene on the wide screen
Everyone sees that im the almighty white kid
Send you right back to your place
So not a high tier
Dry and wipe tears and the sky clears
And i disappear with slightly any evidence that i was ever here

(Hook)
The streets i know they fucked up
But please dont get caught up
And eat what your mom got
So the police dont have to come at your block