调：E minor•
Verse 1
Come take a walk on the live side
Am
C
Em
Show you the life of an NFL nigga for life
As soon as the sun sets,
it's like open season
That barrel go bang,
shots ring out on the block
so boy take cover
The gun might touch ya,
watch ya brother
When the sun goes down,
Am
C
Em
then the gun gets loud
100 rounds in the chopper,
shit soundin' like a drum roll
Exit wounds bigger than a manhole
Even got police on the hideout
dare pull they 9's out
You better call for them SWAT boys
I'm directin' this symphony,
you block noise
like an anthem shed
You know how we givin' it up
We the fly gangstas livin' it up
Come through stuntin' with
We out searchin' for the action
when the night's shown
Find your location through my
iPhone
Apologies to the mothers of the sons
Sound sets, it's like open season
That barrel go bang
Shots ring out on the block
with no damn reason
C
Em
Y 'all niggas can't hang, boy take cover
The gun might touch ya,
clutch ya bruv bruv
Watch, watch, watch
When the sun go down,
then the gun gets loud
Check with us,
BK to S .I. Park Hill to Best Style
Now my album in Best Buy,
Fess is a beast
The streets need less of the beast
More war just to balance it out,
I'll sounce it out
like you don't want this
Point it at his face, why he lookin' at fate?
Do him like Jake, put the hook in his face
Line him up, shit,
Fresh bein' here once,
book bag full of guns
But the level one rule,
you better pop somethin' if you pull a gun
that'll get you more bread
It's success, it's like open season
That barrel go bang,
shots ring out on the block
so boy take cover,
the gun might touch ya,
watch your buffer
Watch, watch, watch,
when the sun goes down,
I said Remington's, Llamas,
Taurus's,
Choppers SK's, AR's, Trey Pounds,
Em
I'm straight with my fam,
never flaked or ran
C
Em
So, hey, if you can, I'ma make my grands
To me, you ain't soundin' right
And you ain't corrupt,
but you know what the pound is like
When you fuck with
them hounds and types
As soon as the sun sets,
it's like open season
That barrel go bang,
shots ring out on the block
so boy take cover
Your gun might touch ya,
watch it brother
Watch, watch, watch
When the sun goes down,
Those scared ass niggas
ain't got no heart
Yeah, you lookin' casket sharp
than a sneaker box
I'm everything you're trying to be
But God broke the mold
and it's only one me, dick
And niggas driving into that top speed
Rap something,
blame it on the alcohol and weed
So hard to stash shit,
violate and leave him right there
Caught an asthma attack in a gunfight
Got hit, lay stiff like we done life
And it was Lord Burns' fault
Wise got hit
argument
It's sunsets, it's like open season
That barrel go bang
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