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He Is ... I Am

He Is ... I Am

(album: Snubnose - 2019)

[He Is]

Uh, yeah, uh

Always there when I'm under pressure
Very similar to the one that sat atop my uncle's dresser
His was chrome, so it glistened
You dressed in all black, so your cover never get blown on the missions
Stealth purposes, the first time I touched your trigger that shit triggered nervousness
Growing up in my hood, you was the 'cause of so many funeral services
Another thug killed, amidst a drug deal, it only led to more blood spilled
See, I understand your mechanics, so I never take for granted how you manage to do damage
Randomly landed in the hands of a few loose cannons
Back when I was watching Goof Troops and eating Fruit Loops
You sprayed at your target but the strays ricocheted and struck a kid that used to shoot hoops
And as a kid myself, that was hard to digest, like will I die next?
Causalities of war, I guess, sorry I digress
You protected me from the coroner early mornings at Mom-and-Pops corner spots
Niggas thought shit was sweet 'til I let off the warning shots
Had a gold chain and wore a watch, it ain't even tell the time no more but it was shining though
I kept you in my lining or underneath my seat when I was driving or under pillows on them nights I found a dime to slide in
'Cause shit, I figure, you never know if that bitch got a nigga or an ex that got the extra key from when he stayed with her

[I Am]

My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto
From ghetto to ghetto, my nigga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo
My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

Lil' nigga but I pack a big punch, yeah, uh huh, six of 'em
I know you heard of tre five seven, yeah, nigga, that my big cousin
Me, myself, I go by tre eight, keep me on your waist, you gon' stay straight
If you pull me out in a crowded place, I bet all the fuck niggas make way
Where I come from, well I can't say, my serial number filed down
It's been like that for a while now, wear and tear show you I got high miles
Grip, shoot 'em right between the eyebrows
I keep the shells and shit, playing it off like it's self defense
Say you felt convinced he had a weapon, uh, so you sent his ass to heaven
Look, or maybe hell, don't no angels dwell in the ATL
If you ain't for 12, then you go straight to jail and your baby mama ain't gon' pay the bail and your moms can barely even pay a bill
You should bail this nigga, cap and peel
Show these motherfuckers that you real
I mean, everyone packing steel but show these niggas you ain't scared to kill
My last homie, he took my advice
A nigga tried, paid the highest price
Now my nigga doing 25 to life 'cause he wet up a coward
At least he got respect and power, now let's go get ours
Gotta show these niggas we ain't fake even if it mean I end up in a lake

From ghetto to ghetto, my nigga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo
My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

Aye, y'all niggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?

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