Chris King - Pistols lyrics

Hope ain't take too long... Believe that [Verse] Somebody told me, Tomorrow ain't a promise But I tell em that it is till somebody does the honors Tryin to die rich just cause I was born broke This the only chance given I just pray I don't choke Eye's full of fire, Lungs full of smoke Havin visions of water's island hopin of a boat I ain't never left Inglewood got to keep me Thinkin if I get to keep on breathin I'll breath deeply Watchin the game rotate Know I'm doin something wrong if them n***as don't hate Contrary to your belief, Money won't wait So all a n***a know is try and ball no pump fake Lord please let me in them gates Cause granny told me that her prayers kept me in your grace (Ha!) Plus the streets ain't the safest of places Inglewood lettin d**h stare us right in our faces, Look This is nothin new, Shots a hundred proof Layin with my Southern Boo tryin to see another Coup To get that money sh** I'm jumpin through another loop Probably get chance and trip like my brothers do Hopefully rappin don't fail me Specially since my mother told me that she wouldn't bail me But yo main b**h probably could Tellin me, "No" but a n***a like me probably could Mixtape after mixtape steady grindin till a n***a get to see his big break And this is how it sounds when you ill Middle finger up yellin, "f** how you feel!"