Even though I walk through the
valley in the shadow of death
I fear no evil when I come
through with the drama king
And the fiends they want their
And the girl's in love with
The way he holds her down
she said, she said tonight that she,
she said she got a bad feeling
That you should not be standing in
front of the crack building
She said she had a bad dream,
She said she called 9 -1 -1,
but no one heard her scream
You know you're bakin' cakes,
But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
You know you're rollin' killers,
But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
You know you love your seeds,
And the fiends, they want their
And the girls in love with
Brown the way he holds it down when
She said she heard gunshots
But she didn't see no faces
She said she saw them running,
but there's no sign of no footprint
but there's no sign of no rain
Surprised when she saw his flesh,
I know you're baking cakes,
But tonight, I got a bad feeling
I know you're rolling killers,
But tonight, I got a bad feeling
I know you love your seeds,
And the fiends they want their
Brown, they crave for their
And the girl's in love with
Brown, the way he holds her down
when he comes around, yeah
Now that I lay me down to sleep
I can't go to no more wakes,
Every someone get tin' popped, man
Yo, speakin' of gettin' popped, yo
I bumped into this youngin',
Santos, that'll make some
Dove, wintertime with my man's coat
seen with them hands sold
you should see a hundred grams go
I let my fuckin' mans know
If y 'all fuckin' hands slow,
y 'all won't see no grams, yo
clocks in the front of the bar
we throw the work under the car
y 'all kids still coppin' bundles
With one brick, I turn the block to rumbles
Brooke, they wonder who he under
we're the biggest runners
Drama king, they never knew you
Bottle under my shirt, they call me
Grands rush for hours like
It comes to the point I tuck my raps
Cause rappers are still in bars
and not even feelin' that
rappers are still in tracks
I ride again, I cry again
Bush went to youth to fight
He don't do shit for the poor,
they're gonna find a gun in his drawer
I'ma get an office, it's gon' be hard to eat