My gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only 19 but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another ***** deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, a-yo Dun spark the philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed *****s
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
I'm only 19 but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another ***** deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, a-yo Dun spark the philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed *****s
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
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