Mission lyrics

[Intro: Dooney Mac]
Gang, gang
TFG in this b*tch
R.I.P Midnite, King Shoota, Numba 6, 2 Pap

[Verse 1: Dooney Mac]
Not a lotta n*ggas I can say I really miss
Cried so many tears, don't think I got too many left
All this pain from this sh*t, cause them my n*ggas dead
Ask why so many times I can write this list
See I got Pappy missing, Numba 6, and now my n*gga Mid
Why you gone?
One day good, next day go wrong
Tell the truth, been lost I ain't got no soul
You'll sweat off yo shots, I ain't got control
Can't take that lost gotta ride for folks
n*ggas gon pay for the sh*t they did cause for Mid I'm taking all kind of smoke
Cause it's on now
f*ck the next n*gga, I'm packing chrome now
I don't think they on what I'm on cause I'm thinkin' bout runnin' in hittin' homes now
p*ss on yo b*tch, take yo momma soul, kid on the sofa, burn the whole couch
Yeah that sh*t foul but I don't give a f*ck cause since I shorty I done took the wrong route
So God forgive my sins
All night, toking guns, popping pills
Been in this sh*t since a kid, I ain't have no guidance, just wanna fit in
So I tote them guns with the same n*ggas I know'll blow for me
And ain't no hoe in me, and ain't no hoe in them
f*ck this life, n*gga cause I know it ends
Everybody blowin' now, nobody throwin' hands
But sh*t hit the fan now, I just hope to see my fam now
And my mans, n*gga they ain't dead
n*gga, they just watching over my head cause a n*gga got plans now
Lord take me out of these streets, b*tch I'm playing for keeps
It's either you or it's me
I ain't have a crib by the seas, I had to go and get it, I was tryna eat
And I throw up my hands for him cause he kept me here
Now my mans know, I ain't fan of many, I'm a fan of him
I give it all: cars, clothes, bread for him
This sh*t f*cked up, make yo head spin
Homie's [?] that our man's killed, mind on the sofa
Like a treadmill, tryna stop the pain, can't do a damn thing cause I live that