Story To Tell

For every shell that fell

There's a story to tell

They say you hustler then you going to hell

Nah, I know God love's me

Yeah, I know that he fucks with me

Can a gangster go to heaven

Let me in

I call it survival you call it a sin

Damn

I got a story to tell

Yeah, I got a story to tell

Yeah I'm right here

Gun in my right palm

Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san

Oh shit this mic on

I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga

You catch a hundred if you speaking in court

I'm feeling like Michael

Just before the verdict

Sweat on my forehead

I'm anxious and nervous

These streets ull eat you if you let em

Cop ull beat you

You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you

I try and listen more and speak less

Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest

You on the corner and I'm flying buy

Some foreign exotic mo' fucker

You know we flying buy

Oh you got nine lives

I got a pine box

You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped

And I ain't lying Ac

Yeah I'm lying hard

Run up on anybody that's supplying my block