If I Could Talk To Em

[Verse 1: Kiing Shooter]
Wish I could talk to my mother (I do), just to tell her I love her (I love you), and she ain't raise no sucker (at all)
I got up out that gutter (I did), I take care of my brother (Meech) cause I know that’s what you wanted (word)
Wish I could smoke with my cousin (Rugga Hardy), and tell that nigga I miss him (I love y'all), and that the opps won't diss him (at all). He was bloodin’ I'm crippin' (word), I never treated you different (at all). We even fucked the same bitches
Wish I could just hold my daughter (Sky'lah), I swear I lost you too soon (I did). That shit turned me to a goon. I couldn't cry in that room (I couldn't), I had to be there for strength (word). But I ain't been right since (at all)
They ask me how do I do it (how), I pour my heart in this music (I do). But I was robbin' and shootin’ (I was). I was surrounded by snakes (word), the jealousy and the hate(uh-huh), it motivated my faith (it did)

[Interlude: Kiing Shooter]
I was going through some shit
Nobody knew what I was going through
I was just dealing with it mentally, and putting pain in
It was the only thing I knew
What would you do?

[Verse 2: Kiing Shooter]
I was young I was dumb (I was), I always had me a gun (I did)
And plus I stayed on the run (word), shooting niggas for fun (it was)
Walk around with a Glock (a 40), and I came(?) by cops (at all)
They used to tell me it’s hot (word), and that I needed to chill (I hear you), or I might get killed (fuck em)
I told them niggas they chattin' (word), so niggas caught me in traffic (damn), I thank god that I had it cause if not I’d be dead
I wouldn't be stacking this bread (at all). I wouldn't have 10 on yo head. My opps know how I'm moving (they do), I catch you lackin’ I'm shootin' (word)
So we can skip all this music (fuck it)