Broken Stories ft. Champ Morris Lyrics

Sideways the city

The corner

The block

The boulevard to yard

I serve 'em track upon track

Never release the wack

Paragraphs to phonographs

Murderous math

And gunshots on crooked paths

It's the

What it do

Skipping from school

We in the wind

Gang banging

Out my peripheral

I spot a friend

What's real homie

Out of nowhere

He steal on me

Before I could catch my breath

Somebody hit me in the chest

With a bat or a pole

Feel my skull crack ok

Then another bone

Thought we was cool

Now I'm laying in a bloody pool

On cold stone, dead

Thought I was a regulator

Next thing I remember

Was the sound of the respirator

Respirator the sound

Remember one thing

Regulator

Dead

On the Stone Cold

Coat stained

And bloody mane

Crack, skull, snap

Chest to bat

Bat to chest

Stealing my breath

And that's that

Nowhere a real

Homie or friend

They all dipped

In the wind

Gang banging

On paths that's hella bent

Sideways the city

The corner

The block

The boulevard to yard

I serve 'em track upon track

Never release the wack

Paragraphs to phonographs

Murderous math

And metaphors for the masses

Shots fired

Tuck and roll

Run and hide

I'm dog tired

And I'm the only one on this side who's ever balked iron

Get to some cover and wait for cover fire

I got your flank from right here

Run to the other side

And let them folks have it

We repacking havoc

It's red platter on my glasses

I see them backwards

My brother hit his first op

And now we on they assets

They on higher ground

We stuck in this ditch dog

If we don't get up out this hoes

We will surely get picked off

Gang war, they don't have out colors on

Shoot 'em all

I spent a bill at the box

I'm shooting every ball

Rewind

Somehow I feel the need to clarify

We thuggish' at the paintball park

We gettin' hella live

You probably pictured brothers dying from more gun violence

We're just living our best lives

It's fun times