I never had a shot in the dark
But the blood in my guns making me a bite from a bark
What’s a guy gotta do just to make another day
Paints a crime around a criminal that’s how you make hay

Put a beat in my body, put a slice in my soul
Put your pen to the paper, we got papers to roll
Maybe happens, but we definitely die
If it’s gonna start to end, then we’re bleeding it dry

Want a dollar, give a holler, then go hit the street
If we’re gonna make it going, then we gotta eat
Make money, find honeys, that’s the name o’ game
Reach out, catch a break or you be staying the same

And we know we’re only doing legit
With a tie around your neck, you’re not out to get hit
Now
Brother, brother, I’ve been right, I’ve been wrong
Put my smile up on a banner, get to singing their song

Vision blurry by the night, but I’ll be up ’til dawn
Drop the mic before the morning, ‘fore you know I’m gone
But don’t worry I’ll be back at it again
And I’m bringing back some flowers just for you my biggest fan