Damn Shame Lyrics

Killer can you please stop the killing

Mr.Officer can you give us back our weed men

Dear Lord satan is trying to kill us

Doctors ain't really trying to heal us

Smoking weed and tobacco got lean on my bladder can't stand straight

Them all my cousins but we ain't got the same blood or last name

Breaking in houses I even cased out at my man's place

Taking from people that probably was decent a damn shame

I call her mama but she not the woman that had me

Rats in apartments but when they start talking get trap cleaned

Hunted and captured and drug off in shackles by stampedes

Ducking the rapture I pray that the master don't damn me

We see the devil in real life cops do what they feel like

Prison guards that give us knives anxious to see a fight

Judge having a bad day lawyer lost on his last case

Granny tell me us sit back and pray mama feel like she had satan

I went through hell with broken propellers couldn't soar away

Trying to get better wrinkle my feathers I'll blow away

Robbing for soft the gun had went off that's a throw away

Frat had got caught got charged with assault watch him go away

We see satan over here a lot gun flame that's a kill shot

Bullets rang make your ears pop cocaine make they stem hot

Drugs make us feel better guns make us fear each other

Seen daddy in lord knows mama feel like she live with devils

Everybody strapped toting glock nines 30s on rugers

Even lil lacc riding with shots now know he ain't gone use it

Drinking that yak ran the stop sign lil bruh on a scooter

Hit him and crashed wit the top down don't know what he gone do

Fall and get bruised from stupid moves don't know what you gone loose

It ain't too much gone improve when you got distrust in your group

Love make them hate you in private broke people hate when you got it

Old niggas stubborn and grumpy young niggas stubborn and sloppy

Youth make killing look fun elders stop giving us knowledge

I start reading the quran to mix science in with the bible

Ion know why I do dumb when I'm probably one of the smartest

I was neglecting my sons trying to take x out the party

Cause we like sex and use molly disease stress on our body

Start back toting my gun when crip nip slip and they shot him

You like more of vaccine I'm more antibiotic

I'm more malcolm than garvey I'm more valuable sorry I can't be casual bout it

Hard times make strong men sometimes I feel like God was mad at us

Weak men make hard times what you expect from me I had it rough

Smoking weed and tobacco got lean on my bladder can't stand straight

Them all my cousins but we ain't got the same blood or last name

Breaking in houses I even cased out at my man's place

Taking from people that probably was decent a damn shame

I call her mama but she not the woman that had me

Rats in apartments but when they start talking get trap cleaned

Hunted and captured and drug off in shackles by stampedes

Ducking the rapture I pray that the master don't damn me

Nobody can hear us they all wearing ear muffs