Homeboy Sandman - Gun Control lyrics

[Chorus] co*k back, another record where they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me You ever wonder why they co*k back and make a record while they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me [Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] For the record i rather would spit a ac Than hop up on a record with a trigger co*k It make me think of the itchy fingers of k**er cops Make me think of the brutal k**ers of big and pac I don't care if i win the tenth of a mil or not f** the filler i'm spilling the feelings that i really got They say i hopped on my high horse, well giddyup They done gave me op Am i supposed to diddy bop, giddy, when sean caught 50 shots? And biddies, cower under millies while they pray to God Don't leave em, relieve em from the demon digging in they crotch And pleading, don't let the demon leave no semen for the swab He skeet in em seed he might leave a fetus without a pops Who threatened to pop the heater forced his penis into moms How can a evil that lead to so many sobs and screaming repeatedly be featured in so many songs? [Chorus] co*k back, another record where they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me You ever wonder why they co*k back and make a record while they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me [Verse 2] Before burners we shot five Really had to be a tough guy before shots fly I mean shots flew 'fore every coward got to stand behind his own tool we stood on our own two Now it's new school it's run by these new coons New students is tutored on how shooters is so cool Run to your computer load up your protools with clips of clips being unloaded unload on your whole tune I can't do it It's loco to include it when brown humans are dumped in basura with skulls exuding the white meat Red seas seeping through white tees, i'm tryna do the right thing, kinda like spike lee Think what it do to your psyche Seeing a melon looking like a melted cherry italian icey sh** how much longer can i say this politely We're talking taking life, it's not to be taken lightly [Chorus] co*k back, another record where they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me You ever wonder why they co*k back and make a record while they squeezin' I say they trynna make it easy but cats don't ever believe me [Verse 3] I don't hear no gunshots in pop songs I hear a lot of gunshots in hip hop songs Which makes it obvious that something is going wrong And also makes it obvious there's something else going on It's only tracks a**ociated with blacks you're gonna come across these constant clicks and clacks The consequence is sick and sad We all taken for a ride, six flags The major players is here to take, they not here to give You hear these records playing while you're laying in your crib If different iron is firing every time you listen Conclusion is the illusion that's how we live Which mean your tike is more likely to live it Which makes it that much more likely he's ending up in prison 'cause selling records ain't the only way they paid In fact it's nothing next to the cake off the legally enslaved Peace