Catch A Bullet Lyrics

Catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Better keep your head on the swivel, it gets scary

Throw dirt on my name and get buried

This ain't no cig, my nig it's just mary

Step into my zone, the birds sing like canaries

It gets so deep in these streets you can't sleep

Spinning blocks late night looking for food to eat

Better clean your plate or your food gon' get ate

Don't be another topic on my mixtape

We here to spread the love, we ain't really with the hate

But some never received it, so they really can't relate

Scheming on the ice , be prepared to pay the price

Either with the blues or either with your life

Don't be defeated by struggle, but let it fuel your hustle

The 44 Bulldog barking without a muzzle

For those who wanna tussle, we leave them under the rubble

Best believe you gon' find it the moment you look for trouble

If You sleep in these streets you might

Tryna creep with no heat you might

Walkin round like it's sweet you might

You might

You might

If You sleep in these streets you might

Tryna creep with no heat you might

Walkin round like it's sweet you might

You might

You might

I ain't like big. I ain't ready to die

I could probably bless the world till I'm 75

But the way this life kickin' I feel like I'm in a blind prison

I'm tryna break free but my mind won't listen

Depression lurkin' in the back of my brain

It got me in a loop doin' the same things

I'm actin' insane. I'm mackin with gang

Plottin' on stains. Watches and chains

Pounds of the strains. Anything we could gain

Dear Lord how did I get here? I never asked to live here

I'm grateful for it all but sometimes I ain't sincere

I'm just tryna win here like everyone else

I hate the fact I only call you when I'm askin' for help

I'm just stuck in my ways. Outside lustin' for pay

Tryna keep the faith. Knowin' one day this hustle won't pay

On the block with my Ru'sters makin' hundreds a day

We ain't never gave a fuck about what the government say

They got my people sleepin' on streets with nothin' to eat

Yet they spendin' money on wars and government beefs

What happened to peace? I think we all due for a release

A hot day with cool drinks and calm breeze on the beach

But today I'm gettin' pulled by the D's

For a fake gun call but all I got is just a couple of G's

I guess killers and thieves is all they thought we could be

The moment we shine they act like we ain't nothin' to see

If You sleep in these streets you might

Tryna creep with no heat you might

Walkin round like it's sweet you might

Catch a fuckin' bullet nigga

LOUD