Reuben Vincent - BB Guns lyrics

[Verse 1] Tryna find me a yellow brick road Cause success man, it take too long And I promise we been strugglin’ 7/24 Clock tick tock, won’t stop oh no Ain’t no simpin for us stay lifted Promise they will not catch us, we’ll get ‘em Been knockin’ us down for like ten centuries Uncle Sam pimping us, yea he tricking I wanna know in my future where I be goin’ My heart & Soul, I been pushing on the same motive If they gon’ throw us down I’mma keep blowing Gotta stay low, keep my cool and just keep on flowing [Chorus] Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live All we tryna do is stay alive Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live They just wanna see us brothers die Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live All we tryna do is stay alive Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live They just wanna see us brothers die [Verse 2] I’m a stand out brotha All my ten toes, no hand out brotha Stayin’ cool and calm when the cam’s out brotha Never dip on my set, never flex, show respect All hands down brotha Gun tote brothas, thought provoked brothas Who ain’t gon’ get control like them remote brothas Gettin’ bodied by the folks, them card revoked brothas Bump them, got hope for my dope brothas When my seed grow, want em to rise from the concrete To a red rose bloomin’ and keepin’ his mind deep Gotta have it, baby we savage Prodigies got the ones shook livin’ in bliss and honesty They gonna know our names, heat, stroke and flame The fire in our souls got us up in the game Best advice is do you, & stay up in your lane Don’t stress, dust off, proceed and maintain It’s me, the fam and my squadron When you move like this it’s just timeless What’s yo’ mind, & what is your conscious? If it ain’t real, don’t come here with nonsense Consistency , just keep constant Ain’t no way you gon’ keep me boxed in I’mma hafta rip hearts like Tyson One punchline hit you, it’s toxic Yea, you talkin’ to a youngin who’s been bustin’ since the womb Reloadin’ & exploadin’ til they put me in the tomb Been goin’ through the motions tryna break through my cocoon Been goin’ through the motions tryna touch the freakin’ moon They’d die to see me dead, know they just want a change All these women want you when you finally making your name Been goin’ through the motions tryna get from A to Z But it’s hard inside this reality so I’m singin’ like [Chorus] Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live All we tryna do is stay alive Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live They just wanna see us brothers die Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live All we tryna do is stay alive Black boy with a great mind Two guns for attack time They don’t wanna see us brothers live They just wanna see us brothers die