9 Shots

Fifty, fifty

Fifty, fifty

Fifty, fifty

Ferrari, Ferrari

Ferrari, Ferrari

Ferrari, Ferrari

Shooter, shooter

Shooter, shooter

I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong

She said, You mommy little man, I said, Yep, uh huh

She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up

Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up

It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that

The first shot, bullet wound in my back

I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up

Now I’m on my own, mommy gone

Sam said, You a young boy, why your clothes look so old?

You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole

You don’t need no new kicks, you need an O

Chop that, bag it, get right back at it

That touched me, it hit me in my heart

I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start

I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby

Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380

Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me

Whenever shit can go wrong it always will

See, seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope

Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope

Try to punk me and my gun smoke

Look, I’m outta control, my gun go

Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to

Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin'

My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long

Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone

That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then

My next girl was a pain in the ass

I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me

That’s nine shots, we just call it fifty

Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us

Mama said, mama said

Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us

Then in came the landlord, be