First Person Lyrics

Late night it was dark we was talkin bout that paper

Bro was really tweakin talkin bout he got a taser

Big bro right behind me gotta a Glock wit a laser

Before you make a move tell the fam see you later

He ain't comin back leave him six feet deep

Body bags free but the bullets ain't cheap

Two shots free then I hit the next three

Five shots later pickin shells off the street

It ain't have to go like that I'm sayin no one had to die

Lookin up red n blue beams lightin up the sky

No he ain't in heaven nigga demons don't fly

It was a real tragic night make a grown man cry

The house empty real quick in then we out

Til they pulled up onna scene let them choppas air it out

One man down but the shots ain't stop

My nigga he a janitor he cleaned up wit his mop

Now it's right back to the crib smokin fresh opp pack

Body still movin so we had to spin back

Runnin shit this ain't no laps round a track

This a point of view song you might have to play it back