Intro (spoken):
Yeah…
Late nights, cold streets
You know how this go…
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Hook:
Armed and dangerous, I don’t sleep at night
Head full of demons, heart cold as ice
Bottle half empty, pistol real tight
If they move wrong, we gon’ slide on sight
Armed and dangerous, pain in my veins
Grew up with killers, not toys or games
Sirens keep singing, streets know my name
Pray for forgiveness, still bust my flame
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Verse 1:
I was young with the stress, mama crying at home
Pops drunk every night, left me raised by the roads
First gun in my hand, I was barely sixteen
Didn’t want no revenge, just respect in the scene
Homies turned ghosts, now they live on a shirt
Concrete soaked red, every step it hurt
I don’t talk what I rap, I just rap what I lived
Every scar on my body something death almost did
Liquor numbing the pain, got me stuck in my ways
Shorty say she love me, but she gone in some days
Trust broken so deep, I don’t feel shit no more
Only loyalty matter, everything else ignore
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Hook:
Armed and dangerous, I don’t sleep at night
Head full of demons, heart cold as ice
Bottle half empty, pistol real tight
If they move wrong, we gon’ slide on sight
Armed and dangerous, pain in my veins
Grew up with killers, not toys or games
Sirens keep singing, streets know my name
Pray for forgiveness, still bust my flame
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Verse 2:
Judge talking numbers, like my life just math
One wrong move turn a future to a past
I seen friends switch sides over bitches and bread
Same ones screaming “gang” want you dead
I don’t smile in pics, ‘cause the pain too real
Every laugh fake when you know how it feel
When the night get quiet, that’s when thoughts attack
See their faces in my dreams, can’t take that back
I ain’t proud of this life, but it made me a beast
Either hunter or prey, ain’t no peace in these streets
So I load it, I pray, hope God understand
I was forced to survive, wasn’t part of the plan
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Hook (x2):
Armed and dangerous, I don’t sleep at night
Head full of demons, heart cold as ice
Bottle half empty, pistol real tight
If they move wrong, we gon’ slide on sight
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Outro (spoken):
Some make it out…
Some end up names on walls
I’m just trying to breathe one more night.
