[Intro: Solomon Childs w/ Suga Bang Bang ad-lbs]
It's over, yeah, I told ya
I'm running, adolescent life
They say we out here living
We really out here dying though
So I'mma talk to 'em
[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]
I grew up in these streets with some lions and gorillas
Grew up with some pimps and some pushers
So I'm gonna bang, the way I bang
Somebody should of told you that the game is over
[Solomon Childs]
From Brooklyn to Bronx to Staten
Infered with the ultra vision, street life murder
Able to play any position, so what his body cold
Don't stop filling his a** with lead
Til his nerves start kicking, stomp one of these n***as out
Who claim they got position, music for the rookie
Think the drill sergeant got a big mouth
And if it wasn't for the love of the team, they wouldn't put him on his a**
Put his kid in a headlock, toast in his mouth
My fault, I'm just a hood n***a
A almost'll do anything for the money n***a
Able to hit the slant or the way I feel
Bygones, whenever be bygones
Feel good to laugh now, but had the same spirit later
When you cry later, bye hater, die hater
I'm much greater, new paper
[Chorus 2X]
[Solomon Childs]
It's over, I told ya, I'm running, yeah
Coming to live, satellite, pay attention
It ain't just every day you see a shooting star
Still know 2 to 3 k**as out of Grasmere
In tinted cars, I'm from the borough of Dryer
Galo and Dupri, chasing n***as through the p's
Cuz of the rapping shotty, or the way n***as will chase them knotts
Better than plastic Glocks
Nowadays, I'm running lights, riding dirty, playing that Maino
Surviving cuz the hoods are like Halo
I love hip hop but this getting dealt for them pesos
Still breathing in this rain forest
Full pocket, never designed in them range rover
Color, two-toned, surrounded by divas
Praying that I take 'em home
It's like your wifey's on my iPhone
Kayslay, I know you hear me through your headphone
Watch the world have it's ringtone
[Chorus 2X]