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 in the landlord, he finna stress us Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us Mama said, mama said Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us That’s what mama said, that's what mama said