Help!

Help!

Two minute shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call off.

Too many shooters in my call log.

Way too many for me just to call off.

Too many heroes.

War's all they want.

Murder's all they know.

Ain't no negotiating nothing.

You owe them knowing they gonna come and take it back in blood.

By the grace of God, you're going to make it back in one.

Hit him, send him mass right between his set of lungs.

I told it stupid, my appetite, and now you're lush.

You know I ain't go to never spell so.

Beef and wood are screaming to leave them on the road.

Don't play no games already, know my pedigree.

Graduated to a shooter from a bed of thicket.

Gangs ringing, sounding like them.

I never cease.

Meet me where 211-187-MEET.

Picked you up for questioning, the answer always wasn't me.

Tell them that it was pick a box and riff.

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

way too many for me just to call off

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call off.

Hope you know your life, Reverend Tencent Slug.

I'm getting drugged over drugs.

Pesticide getting wide with the bugs.

Now I'm ridin', gettin' high, hidin' from the fuzz.

Sellin' raw till I got your kingpin charged.

Lookin' at flat when the Mac discharged.

Coast squad team, carbine

Don't ask, cause it's hard to explain these things.

Man, there's so much going on behind the scenes.

Triple homicides in front of kids and triple beams.

It's the women pocketbusting, ripping through the seams.

Blum, blum, blums, all you hear through the screams.

White chalk line, all you seen through the leaves.

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call off

Just be me.

Too many shooters in my call log.