Sevin - Graphic Reality lyrics

Yeah I'm hopin and prayin right now that ya'll Ya'll gon' get the message behind this you know? Cause all too often do we move without thinkin' You know I'm sayin'? And it's usually our... loved ones And the innocent that have to pay for our sins You feel me? Check this right here I mean I'll be the first to admit it It's graphic and it's hardcore You know I'm sayin' But It's reality you know It's time we started dealin' wit it Check it Uh, uh uh Watchin the stars grow behind tints of a Monte Carlo Fresh out the booth so I'm bellin' with a scarred throat One time trippin' I'm dippin' in the car slow Semi automatic 40 cal in the car though Just a few miles to my hood where they howl few But my style's clue plus I move with a owls view Most are oblivious to what Sac is about Dayton's glowin' plus I'm knowin that the jackas is out So I move my heat from the door to my lap I love my girl but I'm enjoying my strap Adjust my rearview watchin' much more than my back In clear view I see em guardin' the hood Like it's the border of Iraq Just then my cell rings I answer it with a bad feelin' But I'm well prepared for what hell brings My cousin three He's talkin' quick like he's rushin' D Sayin they ain't playin and they talkin' bout touchin' me The All or None album done sold a few plastics Now they wantin' taxes on my ghetto cla**ics What? I ain't seen a royalty check I've been grindin' out the trunk trying to avoid all these debts I'm a G It takes more to annoy me with threats Pull over Pop the trunk then I reach behind my boy for the tech First n***a run up boy and be wet 6 feet beneath the soil he's kept So now I'm movin' Headlights flashin' behind me What's he doin? Without thinkin jack move it's the conclusion Surreal like an illusion I hop out tech pre-co*ked to wet until the clip pop out I pull my 40-Glock out Aimin' at windshields I start blastin' The shells hittin' the ground in a synchronized fashion Flame from both barrels is flashin' Just like the OG showed me shoot first with no askin' Broken gla** Paint chips around the bullet holes I've never seen a car so fulla those I tried to blink but my eyes wouldn't close I just stood there froze My brother leaning out the driver's side with his skull exposed He had a look on his face that I could not explain Same one I'm makin' while I'm shakin' on his shot up frame I'm trippin' I ain't gotta ask if he's dead With bare hands dog I'm scoopin' brains back in his head Phone ringin' off the hook on my hip so I answer My cousin' tellin' me "Your brother wouldn't take the chance of Lettin' them fake n***as gown you so he's on his way" With tears streamin' down I calmly say "He found me" Oh dog what have I done? Brother Jason... I'm so sorry NO! Flatline I'm feelin' like we ain't leavin here