Shooting 20

[Verse 1: Charlie]
Fuck up an audience
Have no self-conscience
In the sense, I have too many
Ones too much, cuz I have plenty
Trying to have some fun, just for a while
Don’t need disrespect, just want to get wild
Don’t need no cigs, no black and milds
Just need one night, just need one day
If I gave you my all, what would you say?
I’m the prodigy of the devil, who needs no introduction
I need no soul to know how to function
Getting faded too much, somewhat subduction
Fell in love with temptation, too much seduction
Got a better verse, for the ones who believe
I work and make music, but don’t know where it’ll lead

[Verse 2: Lil chey]
You don’t want any of this
Shit again and rap again
Smoke more gas than The Abyss
Bang, rattle your chest and brain
And show me how to be whole again
Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine
Don’t make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I'ma mess around and, fall down
Always sizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Oh please just let me please breakdown
Put the industry in Mobb Town
Q'in and do time you won’t see peace
And that’s six feet hit you with twin piece
G’s up pimps up, haters down nigga
Use my tool as the trigga
Not even with titanium bones, I’ll end them
This not a broad threat, I got something for ‘em
You done messed with the wrong boy
??? Beruca tie alle noy alle hem ???
Anywhere as long as it isn’t mine
Just let somebody jump, or step out of line
Poppa got a brand new freak – like that?
Nah, boy, I’m just curious where she stay at
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
I used to write 'cause it was appropriate

[Verse 3: Lil chey]
Light up
Scarring up like old days
Shootin pistols both ways
Smokin gun I get high off my own haze
Only 20 yet I haven’t hit my grown phase
And the women like the view cause they know its from my place
In case you think it's new I got shit you can’t replace
I just give'm dick to do and leave her by the fireplace
And she makes more than you is she ugly not the case
Plus all the chicks she knew I left her body in space
Can’t tell lies I speak the truth I hit 80 at my pace
Even though it’s not a race I wake up to pay dues
It falls apart when she wakes to chase clues
By clues I mean dudes
So I sit back and ask myself is this shit true
At bars, she doubles down just like a double-u
Go big go home but you’re still in trouble too
Just wanna stop the nonsense had me guessin who
Me or her not sure hence questions out the blue
At least we aren’t dating wasting time thank you
Things on my chest waiting draw some blanks too
Views from the six
I feel like this is weighing on me too much
Even though I only wanted you in my clutches
You get everything I can provide you the Duchess
Connected by physical through our heart touches
I just wanna fuckin vent about it
I thought you been about it
I'm so spent about it
Not like I'm content about it
What the fuck you meant about it
So I sit her secluded from you which I'm not so included 32
Must be your brain leave your feelings so polluted
Suddenly no contact nothing like we feuded
Not text nothing from you bitch I know you ain't muted
Did I misconstrue everything and change how I view it
Can’t do shit you got me guessin that I blew it
Not a text or a call our status, fuck this
Even though it's my fault that we both had a kiss
That and holding hands ain’t something you dismiss
Just some views from the 6

[Verse 4:Lil chey]
I can’t rap of the streets no I can’t
Cause my life is my dream and I will stand
Stand for all of those who are struggling
Make a difference, spread your wings
I ain't no Pac or Biggie no I'm not
But I am a soldier of the war we all fought
Some will fall, but they will be caught
And with their brother's help, stand back up
I ain't no Che, no big-time war rebel
But take my help brother, its gonna be essential
Jesus is gonna help? nigga fuck the penitentials
Take care of your own problems that make em special
I need help please be honest when you go through this. I need to know if it's worth continuing or not
To get some pleasure
Grams I had to measure
Fuck up a deal
Death or displeasure
Running the streets was a hard job
Turn the knob
To my new beach house
My life is made
Ready to get paid
Mansion with the maid
Working 6 days a week
Getting high on Saturday
That’s what I say
I stay strapped twenty-four-seven
I’m not going to heaven
I reckon
Drop a sick beat and I’ll wreck it
I’m classical
Lyrically cynical
Never ending sin-cycle
Getting high off medicals
That’ll fuck with yours
And my mind
Turning shit to rewind
Time turning around
Not forward it’s going behind
Turn time
To slow mo
Every show
That I do is so dope
120 miles per hour
Still slow though
I smoke weed till my motherfucking eyes bleed
Smoking bags
No sticks or seeds
Fuck with me
I’ll make you bleed
And plead for your life
Got your fists I got my knife
Also known as a razor
1.2 million watt taser
Misbehave yah
I’ll shave yah
Earned the title of slayer
I don’t do it for the fortune or fame
Money and ho’s I’ll still be the same
Remembering where I came
From and what I did to get big
I don’t smoke cigs
Roll a fat jay
Of haze or bubblegum
Come and get some
No slum
Just million-air
Spend a lot on kush
Spend more on my hair
Gotta look fly for the hunnies
That got the money
Playboy bunnies
Not funny
I would rather beat my dick than trick
These motherfuckers think I’m down to knock boots
I salute and turn around and scoot
Before I have to shoot a punk motherfucker
A motherfucking dick sucker
But I love yah
Cos I’m above yah
Bish and bash
Push or shove yah
Punk bitch motherfucker