MoneyMarc - Story Time Lyrics

Story time so listen up grab some popcorn time to listen
Think its cool to be these in streets these young niggas be tripping
Carry guns for nun they aint even thinking about killing
If you aint really about it why you tryna go to prison
Now this a tale about a git from the hood aint have shit
His father left and his moms cracked out she gotta quit
From the lower class he barely ate a plate they had to split
And he a savage he the first one they call to do hit
Now its about 10 pm friday night he on the block wit his glock
Been having weird thoughts he knew tonight is when somebody drop
But that dont stop the kid from getting money he still making drops
Out there thuggin keep his gun he lost his bro so f*ck the cops
This all he knew from the hood alittle use to looking bummy
Fam hungry onnat corner to put something in they tummy
Dark cloud nigga praying on the block but it aint sunny
Him and his brothers keeping glocks but really lfocused onna money
Did his daily got his bread its time to end the night off
Black honda down the block cruising slow with its lights off
Windows tinted it was either a acura or a civic
Shit is wicked niggas bout to die he feel it in his in spirit
Something told em when he seem em bro that car aint here for visits
Death is rising told himself to much to lose dont be a digit
He pulled up rolled the window he think he seen a glock
Let off shots they was blowing endless bullets nonestop
But he aint fold he grabbed his gun and started blazing at the opps
Innem shootouts he the center he like rudy guard the block
100 rounds niggas running but the kid not even shocked
Breaking down he survived but his brother lost his top
Seen his brother leaking from his head he traumatized demoralized
Getting back important he dont play he done prioritized
He the voice he doing all the sorting and the organize
He shoot a scene like a halloween that nigga left him horrified
But after that he went back home he thinking damn my brother gone
He rolled a spliff decision time you die or leave the streets alone
Dont call his phone he inna zone talking with a different tone
Seen his brother when he looked down he saw a f*ckin clone
Now its about a week later
This kid turn into a man just like darth vader
Dont play with him cus he a slayer
He not thinking moving with his heart he bout to say a prayer
But that demon tore em all apart he bout to wake the neighbors
Riding solo black polo with a four o going loco
Running every light he looking for the honda by the logo
Scrolling through the net he got his opps location through a photo
Bet not be no innocents cus he dont care he still gon blow tho
They left em with no heart so he ain't grazing fed em every hollow
Started blazing in the honda clapping shit dont need the bravo
Hopped out the whip approached the honda thats when bro became a vet
With his bitch romeo and juliet
Cant hide 30 minutes later shit got ugly for em bonnie clyde
Glass shattered ugly scene its time for him to go inside
He hearing all the sirens getting nervous yellow in his eyes
He got home police at his door they caught em no suprise
Threw his life away that kid aint getting out till 65
But its a difference he was forced the nigga seen his brother die
These new street nigga stupid monkey see monkey do
You in the streets for what aint got no beef you motherf*ckin fool
Bout to throw your life away because you think this shit is cool
If you aint got no opps you winning chase your dreams and go to school