Lyrical Moron - Ten Shots lyrics

Chilling inside if I know that the feds hot
You ain’t got guns finna put
You in a headlock
Glock with the beam got the
Aim for the red dot
All of them gone now we gon leave a dead spot
Gotta leave the block for
While or it’s headshots
Choppa finna leave you with a
Cut on yo dread locks
Tie a nigga up with the
Rope and the French knots
Shot up the spot again shot over ten shots

Ay, Man Fuck everybody I ain’t
Worried bout friends nor
Opps when they gone imma get my glory
Y’all niggas don’t know me nor
Don’t know what I
Been through you ain’t Evеn heard my story
Walking through rain and the
Snow with no jacket
If I had shit y’all should why I’m rapping
It ain’t bеcause i want y’all
To think I’m packing guns
I just want you to know what been happened
I was 13 getting beat tryna shoot shit
Pouring my soul into all my music
Why y’all talking when you
Ain’t finna do shit
Feeling like em y’all make a nigga lose it
Glock in my pocket I ain’t even wanna use it
Yet but the shots sting
Worse than a toothpick
I was on the scene but I been acting clueless
Cold heart nigga for a fact I’m ruthless

Walk by the opps with a brand new blick
Drive by my niggas in whole new whip
Walk past the bloods with an all blue crip
Drive past town with an all blue fit

I bought jewelry for the kids who
Said I wouldn’t be shit
Bought Food for the kids who
Don’t get to eat shit
Bought glasses for the kids who
Don’t get to see shit
Brought god to the people
Who didn't believe it

I was only seven when I started writing music

Niggas can’t do it the way I do it
Im young but they that im a good influence
Im first or second but I ain't ever losing
Since I blew up you been seeing how im moving
We be at Stepping and we ready for shooting
Lion king album so you im grooving
80k car so you know that im crousin

Chilling inside if I know that the feds hot
You ain’t got guns finna put
You in a headlock
Glock with the beam got the
Aim for the red dot
All of them gone now we gon leave a dead spot
Gotta leave the block for
While or it’s headshots
Choppa finna leave you with a
Cut on yo dread locks
Tie a nigga up with the
Rope and the French knots
Shot up the spot again shot over ten shots

Doing collabs I’m due in the lab and soon
I’ll collapse if I don’t get rest
Sometimes I get stressed and
I’m under pressure tryna
Get all this shit off my chest
And for me to keep doing I gotta view
It as someone that’s bigger than me
Niggas be thinking I’m living the dream
But they don’t see me tryna get in between

Missing the sleep, I feel Incomplete
Tryna get family on to the scene
Doing this ghetto shit what does it mean
My freinds all got jobs and
They all get green

I just be lost smoking this shit
Empty accounts but some gets me
Niggas it’s me I’m tryna be
A letter from me tryna make peace
Y’all are the ones I inspire to be
Every time I went rhyme on a beat
Y’all niggas rapping was fire to me
I had to think about why it ain’t me

I have a dream and I’m
Rapping my ass off tirelessly
And I keep rhymes to spam
The rhyme after rhyme and
I be getting to the tea

Hopefully y'all niggas notice me when I
Get into deep tryna explain
That I don’t need clout or need Fame but
I want a picture in the next frame
And the next brain that I maintain ain’t the
Best gain that I say I claim
In the future cause I dropped out as
A real nigga not a loser

Chilling inside if I know that the feds hot
You ain’t got guns finna put
You in a headlock
Glock with the beam got the
Aim for the red dot
All of them gone now we gon leave a dead spot
Gotta leave the block for
While or it’s headshots
Choppa finna leave you with a
Cut on yo dread locks
Tie a nigga up with the
Rope and the French knots
Shot up the spot again shot over ten shots

(uhhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh, uuhhh uhhh ooohhhh
Uhh uhhh uhhh)

(yea, errrrr ohhhh ohhh uhhhhhh yeaaaaa)