I kept it so G
And I’d never let you know that it hurt me.

You’ve got your foot pressed on my stomach;
Now I’m suffocating and hyperventilating.

But, you would never know that.

For you, I softened myself.
My inner G tucked on the top shelf.

And I can hear the sirens blare.
I’m walking around with my Desert Eagle in the air.

I’m wondering if you’re bulletproof.
What if this bullet ripped right through you?

And now you’re laying in the street
And your blood is pooling at my feet.

An eye for an eye.
And that’s what it sounds like,
When thugs cry.