Molly & Mya

I almost shot somebody. And you almost lost somebody. You wearing number nine. You finna go Columbine. I cannot hear your words. I know the tears come first. Like, "Nigga, it'll be alright." These bullets seek somebody. Slow mo, I been cutting off more hoes. Block party, bringing more poles. No friends, keep the door closed, oh no. Been feeling so-so, I'm in here with a bitch Solo. Rock Gucci tomorrow, right now I'm wearing some Polo. I four-D with my niggas, We trappin', we throwing up four-four. Lil' shawty so fine, when she come around, I Move into slow mo. I almost shot somebody. And you almost lost somebody. You wearing number nine. You finna go Columbine. I cannot hear your words. I know the tears come first. Like, "Nigga, it'll be alright." These bullets seek somebody. I just get to thinking 'bout myself and that's Just how I cope. This life shit get crazy And I guess I'm finna walk the rope. This bitch be tryna waste my time, this why I never talk to hoes. I heard that nigga tryna be like Kella, He ain't coming close. We pull up with sticks you can't afford and Bitch you finna fold. I'm tryna follow my heart but in the process I done found some gold. She want you to believe the shit she say But not the shit you know. These bitches be deceiving, bro. I'm in the sky, I can't see the floor. He was serving rice, couldn't keep a ho. Fuck a ho. I almost shot somebody. And you almost lost somebody. You wearing number nine. You finna go Columbine. I cannot hear your words. I know the tears come first. Like, "Nigga, it'll be alright." These bullets seek somebody. Okay, since you really wanna know how I feel, I feel sad, I feel angry, I feel crushed, I feel like there's no hope left for me In the world. There's some things I can't fix And there's some I can, and I'ma just keep On grabbing ahold of that light and keep going. And at night, all my thoughts are clouded and I have insomnia, I can't sleep.