Guilty

[Verse]
He put the gun in my hand
I took my hand and put the gun in my pants
I took my pants and pulled 'em up on my ass
Got the cash out my pocket, dropped it and got my ass out of Dodge
And put it into the car, started it
Stepped on the gas, looked at the dash
95 really don't seem fast when you so fucking mad
And you so fucking high and you can't stop crying
Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign, fuck it
It's nothing, this nigga got me stressing
I can't believe he got me bugging now I'm driving wreckless
I can't even see and my high beams ain't really helping
But nobody really be using the streets before seven
Got the pedal to the metal like I lost my mind
And I ain't even see the school crossing sign
Car and the bastards, yeah, wind blowin in my hair
Seatbelt light's blinking but, I don't care
Somebody was crossing the street, came out of nowhere
Ran right into 'em, body flew in the air
Oh my God, my face already covered with tears
Saying my prayers, I ain't even seen her I swear
I stop out of reflex, saw blood everywhere
Mostly 'round the head of the little girl holding the teddy bear
I'm sorry, all I can hear is, "I want my mommy" (Mommy)
And then I ain't hear nothing from the little girl's body
I'm scared but I can't stop, what I'm gon' do?
The first thing the cop's gon' say is it was drug influenced
They ain't gon' understand what this nigga was doing
How he made me drive fast when I should been cruising
And they probably won't believe that it wasn't the weed
And shorty just popped up, in the middle of the street
And they really gon' be hating, this gun on my waist
And I checked shorty pulse and I don't think she gon' make it
Dial 9-1-1, or damn, should I run
I'm just weighing out my options before somebody come
If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'd be wrong
This is takin too long, fuck it, I'm gone
Hit and run, damn I shoulda hit my brakes
Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes
Hit and run, I guess I'm not that heartless
Hit and run, 'cause now I got a guilty conscience