9 Shots

Fifty, fiftyFerrari, FerrariShooter, shooterI was innocent then, I ain't do no wrongShe said, you mommy little man, I said, yep, uh huhShe was everything to me, when she came, I just lit upSunday morning I was so sharp, all did upIt was welfare hustlin', they killed her for thatThe first shot, bullet wound in my backI'm fucked up, look at my sneakers, I'm fucked upNow I'm on my own, mommy goneSam said, you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?You don't need fish, little nigga, you need a poleYou don't need no new kicks, you need an OChop that, bag it, get right back at itThat touched me, it hit me in my heartI'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my startI am what I am, Sabrina's only babyPracticing in the mirror, pulling out my .380…