How This Shit Sound?

[Intro]
Locked in my room again
Yeah
I might throw this shit at the end of the tape but check me out though

[Verse]
Locked in my room again, pen and a beat, right?
Lining up the sour, stouts on deck and I steam light
Thinking what a nigga was back in my past life
Child with no act right and toting big guns in gat fights
Selling krills for dollar bills, tryna make my fuckin meals
Or a flashy nigga showing all my hunnid dollar bills
How did I go out? Was I tryna show out?
The young hungry niggas on the hunt with they poles out
Or was I just a working man, fighting for my equal rights?
So my family sleep at night, tryna have a peaceful life
Maybe a black panther, helping the black communities
Standing for our unity, government tryna ruin me
Lock me up, throw me in chains, maybe in a box
All because we looking for change, that shit is crazy Akh
Look what I get for thinking, so deep in thought now
I jot these lines on the paper, tell me how this shit sound

[Chorus]
Yo, tell me how that shit sound
Yo, yo, tell me how that shit sound
Gordo bro, tell me how that shit sound
Yo K, you recording? Tell me how that shit sound
Yo Mike, tell me how that shit sound
Jay, Chris, tell me how that shit sound
Yo Roc, yo bro, tell me how that shit sound
I wrote this last night, yo tell me how this shit sound