Summer days were always the best
All angry kids with jest
But some got more violent than the rest
Before bullets started hitting stomachs it was still a lot too digest
Before pussy pirus pistols and Pyrex
Our height and wrestlers was the type of shit we cared about
Big groups of youngins with no parents round
Now big groups kinda scare us now
'Cause we know we might have to air it out
If we to much of one color or our brothers
Like we didn't grow up with out a father
And a mother who was one amazing black queen
Money for ice cream and nice things
Made us forget we didn't have dreams
It changed when the bad things in bad dreams turned in too what's happening
Cuz they blasting
We was just kids getting ice cream and loving John cena
Now blood pours on cement like
AquaFina
We grew up together so why we clashing
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
Growing up I heard a lot of niggas get they headshot
Looking like an Indian with a red dot
On the forehead
Scared to live but also scared to die
Corrupt cops everywhere
Niggas in handcuffs
Well shit
I prefer that than getting my head shot
Gotta be careful round certain areas
As I got older shit just got more scarier
Red and blue don't matter
At all Times I play it cool
Not tryna have my face all on the evening news
Talking bout I got my headshot
Gotta watch my back
Niggas plotting my demise
Say they my mans but be enemies in disguise
I despise
These niggas who deny
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
I despise these niggas who deny they true intentions
Got me thinking about getting a smith and Wesson
You never know
Niggas be low key with they deception
Drinking the paranoia away
Liquor's such a dangerous weapon
Shot too the head
I down it without a question
Where's a therapist at?
I think I need me a session
Life really hasn't been pleasant
Ready too end it all in a second
One day I won't have the energy
So please
Have me in your memories
We were just kids growing up together
Now it rains bullets better get an umbrella or a Baretta
And be ready too use both whenever to protect ya
From your environment tryna wet ya
I know a young boy who got molested
By the pastor and Jesus didn't protect it
His rap dreams didn't deflect it
When that bullet hit his midsection
We was just kids
Now niggas got a couple kids
Now we all felons
Niggas did a couple bids
We was fighting
Wasn't on no jumping shit
Then they started dumping clips
So we had to run and dip
And my brother f*cking tripped
Got hit up in his f*cking mitt
I used to buy him ice cream and talk about John cena
Now his blood pouring on cement like Aquafina
We was just f*cking kids
Until my brother got a headshot
Pimps don't cry
Pimps don't cry
No they don't
They don't shed a tear
Pimps don't cry
They never shed a tear
Mansa Musa - AquaFina HeadShot/Wewerejustkids (feat. Jay Cinema) Lyrics
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Summer days were always the best
All angry kids with jest
But some got more violent than the rest
Before bullets started hitting stomachs it was still a lot too digest
Before pussy pirus pistols and Pyrex
Our height and wrestlers was the type of shit we cared about
Big groups of youngins with no parents round
Now big groups kinda scare us now
'Cause we know we might have to air it out
If we to much of one color or our brothers
Like we didn't grow up with out a father
And a mother who was one amazing black queen
Money for ice cream and nice things
Made us forget we didn't have dreams
It changed when the bad things in bad dreams turned in too what's happening
Cuz they blasting
We was just kids getting ice cream and loving John cena
Now blood pours on cement like
AquaFina
We grew up together so why we clashing
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
Growing up I heard a lot of niggas get they headshot
Looking like an Indian with a red dot
On the forehead
Scared to live but also scared to die
Corrupt cops everywhere
Niggas in handcuffs
Well shit
I prefer that than getting my head shot
Gotta be careful round certain areas
As I got older shit just got more scarier
Red and blue don't matter
At all Times I play it cool
Not tryna have my face all on the evening news
Talking bout I got my headshot
Gotta watch my back
Niggas plotting my demise
Say they my mans but be enemies in disguise
I despise
These niggas who deny
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
I despise these niggas who deny they true intentions
Got me thinking about getting a smith and Wesson
You never know
Niggas be low key with they deception
Drinking the paranoia away
Liquor's such a dangerous weapon
Shot too the head
I down it without a question
Where's a therapist at?
I think I need me a session
Life really hasn't been pleasant
Ready too end it all in a second
One day I won't have the energy
So please
Have me in your memories
We were just kids growing up together
Now it rains bullets better get an umbrella or a Baretta
And be ready too use both whenever to protect ya
From your environment tryna wet ya
I know a young boy who got molested
By the pastor and Jesus didn't protect it
His rap dreams didn't deflect it
When that bullet hit his midsection
We was just kids
Now niggas got a couple kids
Now we all felons
Niggas did a couple bids
We was fighting
Wasn't on no jumping shit
Then they started dumping clips
So we had to run and dip
And my brother f*cking tripped
Got hit up in his f*cking mitt
I used to buy him ice cream and talk about John cena
Now his blood pouring on cement like Aquafina
We was just f*cking kids
Until my brother got a headshot
Pimps don't cry
Pimps don't cry
No they don't
They don't shed a tear
Pimps don't cry
They never shed a tear
All angry kids with jest
But some got more violent than the rest
Before bullets started hitting stomachs it was still a lot too digest
Before pussy pirus pistols and Pyrex
Our height and wrestlers was the type of shit we cared about
Big groups of youngins with no parents round
Now big groups kinda scare us now
'Cause we know we might have to air it out
If we to much of one color or our brothers
Like we didn't grow up with out a father
And a mother who was one amazing black queen
Money for ice cream and nice things
Made us forget we didn't have dreams
It changed when the bad things in bad dreams turned in too what's happening
Cuz they blasting
We was just kids getting ice cream and loving John cena
Now blood pours on cement like
AquaFina
We grew up together so why we clashing
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
Growing up I heard a lot of niggas get they headshot
Looking like an Indian with a red dot
On the forehead
Scared to live but also scared to die
Corrupt cops everywhere
Niggas in handcuffs
Well shit
I prefer that than getting my head shot
Gotta be careful round certain areas
As I got older shit just got more scarier
Red and blue don't matter
At all Times I play it cool
Not tryna have my face all on the evening news
Talking bout I got my headshot
Gotta watch my back
Niggas plotting my demise
Say they my mans but be enemies in disguise
I despise
These niggas who deny
(Drank)
(HeadShot)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Drank)
(Headshot)
(Drank)
(Drank)
(Sit down)
(Headshot)
I despise these niggas who deny they true intentions
Got me thinking about getting a smith and Wesson
You never know
Niggas be low key with they deception
Drinking the paranoia away
Liquor's such a dangerous weapon
Shot too the head
I down it without a question
Where's a therapist at?
I think I need me a session
Life really hasn't been pleasant
Ready too end it all in a second
One day I won't have the energy
So please
Have me in your memories
We were just kids growing up together
Now it rains bullets better get an umbrella or a Baretta
And be ready too use both whenever to protect ya
From your environment tryna wet ya
I know a young boy who got molested
By the pastor and Jesus didn't protect it
His rap dreams didn't deflect it
When that bullet hit his midsection
We was just kids
Now niggas got a couple kids
Now we all felons
Niggas did a couple bids
We was fighting
Wasn't on no jumping shit
Then they started dumping clips
So we had to run and dip
And my brother f*cking tripped
Got hit up in his f*cking mitt
I used to buy him ice cream and talk about John cena
Now his blood pouring on cement like Aquafina
We was just f*cking kids
Until my brother got a headshot
Pimps don't cry
Pimps don't cry
No they don't
They don't shed a tear
Pimps don't cry
They never shed a tear
Writer: Geoffrey Raspberry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid