talm bout twan, street dude from nyc wit roots in the chi. tryna make it, rappin on games like roblox (shoutout bronx2). show love
Chorus (1) / Verse 1
Ducked a bullet last night
They pull up, it's on sight
Cocked it back, fake totin' nines
Finna send this brotha to the sky
Put him with God, see his mama cry
I claim that [shit], I never lie
Duck them shots, whizzin' by
Brothas wanna see me paralyzed
Rob the bank, rob the sto'
Pushin' money, slingin' dope
This the life I'm forced to live
Don't [fuck] with me, you gotta go
R.I.P. to folks who ain't make it out
Still sendin' opps up to the clouds
But I'm [fuckin'] hoes, I'm gettin' clout
I'll make 'em haters shut they mouth
Bridge
Free Big Marc and free D-whizzy, they ain't neva' do no wrong
Big R.I.P. to Wodae and all my other brothas who be gone
I been lived in thеse trenches and I sеrved these streets a lot
Only got what I done needed, never gotten any wants
Verse 2
You a gangsta, try some'
Too late now, so don't run
Can't you see me clutchin' guns?
I don't do no running ones
Foenem tried, so he died
Bad thoughts turned into homicide
Brothas watch them bullets fly
Made a brotha's life denied
On Leroy, you was askin'
For yo' funeral to be closed casket
Yo' [ass] deceased, that's nasty
Now yo' life just a past thing
Glock pointed at yo' head
White tee turned red
And don't try no goofy [shit], or you gon' end up dead
Chorus (2) / Verse 3
Ducked a bullet last night
They pull up, it's on sight
Cocked it back, fake totin' nines
Finna send this brotha to the sky
Put him with God, see his mama cry
I claim that [shit], I never lie
Duck them shots, whizzin' by
Brothas wanna see me paralyzed
Rob the bank, rob the sto'
Pushin' money, slingin' dope
This the life I'm forced to live
Don't [fuck] with me, you gotta go
R.I.P. to folks who ain't make it out
Still sendin' opps up to the clouds
But I'm [fuckin'] hoes, I'm gettin' clout
I'll make 'em haters shut they mouth
Big-twan released Street Sh!t on Sat Dec 23 2023.