Towers

I ain’t Scott pilgrim I ain’t fighting over no hoes

Rather be counting figures with my bros

My bro got so many stripes you can call him tigger (Free him)

Lil bro with ammunition we ain’t never letting go of that trigger

So many shells on the floor you think we on a beach floor look up we really in the streets bro. (Damn)

No lacking, play smart, think fast

Write this in your yard pavement cause

Thinking you safe only going get you a toe tag

I seen this shit before, tunnel vision like I’m in that’s so raven

truth be told In the hood dreams come true even the nightmares

So I tend to lean on my dreams more

I seen people get a body before a arm sleeve