Tytone

Early life down 5th, weren't that much

The crips weren't that smart, the bloods weren't that hard

The day I turned 8's, when my life started

House got bombarded by bullets from the gang that my dad discarded

Never touch drugs I swore to god and promised

Opened the door, he dropped to the ground, my dad was slaughtered

Fell to my knees, looked up to the sky I started bawling

Held me in his arms told me he loved me just this morning

For the next 10 years, I'd be mourning

Tryna find the guy that shot my father in the stomach

Through the dirt and rubble, I started sorting

To find the plan that has long been dawning