Gun and Pain

If you flashin' all the guns on your life, you a joke

Can't be posin' up with bodies when you never, ever broke

I'll be pressin', findin' shooters who be rockin' in the soul

Been around, burned out, flimmin' through the past

Shotties goin' crazy, then they quiet like a church mouse

Never with a cousin, then we never get to get it out

Bet you when the edges, oh, we see what it's about

Rippin' western guns, load it all up in my Prius

If we spittin' in the night, the rain gon' be up on stairs

Cause we hoppin' out the house, in the bushes, they can't see us