Sean said he wanted 16
I think i'll jut give that n***a a run for his money
They used to tell us look out for it
Like everything that seems too good
Which left us with no mother f**in reason to think to do good
Thats too bad
Now if you take some steps in a few hoods
Dont mean kkk ak's do what a noose would
Uh
Next to a dead end
Uh
Blessed for the next friend
Who says he got your back cus the last lays by the reverend
So close could touch his feet
Going below a bunch feet
Probably wouldn't have been the case
Stay strapped like dungarees
Oh well, oh well
Ain't no good fortune in looking back
Coat tails, coat tails
The only way to get on track
Oh hell, oh hell
Left with a baby no money stacked
And a lady who likes to front
She ain't going behind your back
And the banging comes from the front
A man says take my hand
Uncle sam says take my hand
I'll lead you to another land
With fireworks every night
And money lives beneath the sand
See a sign when you arrive
'Welcome to Afghanistan'
fu*k
(BRIDGE) x 4
Beware
Motha f**ers saying that we care
Who gun us in the street
Cus our color and what we wear
So beware, beware, beware