Jackers In My Home Lyrics

They wipe tears while I whip finger prints off lead
They say shoot for the stars I say shoot for the head
I believe in good times having peace and fun
But I'm still in my room trying grease my gun
Can't let it get rusty if a shoot out breaks
The only thing I want jamming is my screwed out tape
And tomorrow the big day gotta get my rest
45 g's out of town (unknown)
I'm all alone my girl said she couldn't make it
Cause she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching
And I fell kind of nervous butterfly in my stomach
But I drift off to sleep really thinking nothing of it
Then something wakes me up and I open my eyes
Somebody's in my house and I'm heartbroken cause I
Couldn't tell my mom bye they finally caught me slipping
I'm a die like a man homeboy I ain't tripping

Gun shots to my dome jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy just ya average tombstone
I'm sorry I chose a life under the curs
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally going to church
[Repeat]

Dreams of the cream enemy's on different teams
Red beams in my house man this shit is so extreme
I saw them dressed up in all black with the mask
And I knew they were coming for the bird's and the cash
So I rolled out my bed hit the floor and start crawling
And this is the priced you pay when you ballin
But how did they get the spare key to my crib
It had to be my bitch she gonna die if I live
Usually keep a black glock on my dresser
And I'm hearing someone whisper saying los I'm gonna get ya
Now knowing it's the devil but I pay it no mind
I've been dodging that fool ever since I was nine
Gotta make it to the closet where I keep my Mossberg
Slug shots one hit never speak another word
Little did I know they had night vision goggles
When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle

Gun shots to my dome jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy just ya average tombstone
I'm sorry I chose a life under the curs
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally going to church
[Repeat]

Shots started ringing I was tumbling and diving
Running out of time with my mind on surviving
Dove out the window but I started seeing stars
I forgot last week bought some burglar bars
Now my face is all wet and I know it ain't sweat
Bullet hit my leg so I rolled to the left
Guess where I was at damn right in the closet
Grab the pump now it's my turn to make a deposit
Them slugs ain't no punk hit the boy in his back
Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my lamp
Unloaded reloaded was three men on me
Now they looking like them yatas at the end of a party
One was still alive so I start asking questions
He could barley talk spitting blood like venom
He said he had a team and people would rent them
I killed the messengers now I need to resend them

Gun shots to my dome jackers in my home
Nothing to fancy just ya average tombstone
I'm sorry I chose a life under the curs
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally going to church
[Repeat]

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