Davone Campbell

\[Intro: DayLyt imitating the conversation that must have went down between the Bounty Hunters before they jumped him\]

Man, there go them Fake Street n***as over there (where? where?)

(That is them) On Hunters that's them (on Hunters that's them)

Ey, we gon' kill them n***as (they over there)

Hold on, I got you

Man, I know what I'm doin' man

Ey, ey roll the window down fool

(*Car skirts, gunshot, people screaming in panic*);

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\[Verse\]

Oh shit, what thе fuck happened?

I was just standin' in line, Huntеrs start clappin'
(*Gunshot*) One in my back and I'm hit

Oh God don't acknowledge it

Eyes bloodshot/I's Blood shot, did Blood shoot me?

Blood on me, it's a lot of drips

It suck dog, suck it up, it's the politics/pile'a tics

Fleas/flees the scene, fuck it I gotta dip

Run, they still gunnin', look back they still comin'

Still comin', hopin' I'm still there

Life stollen, my knees weak, breath

(*Gunshot*) One in my knees, fuck, I don't this please

I'm bleedin', don't wanna look 'cause I'm scared to die

Text my girl sayin' "goodbye"

Text mama, tell her "it's my time"
Breath runnin' out, I feel like I'm wheezin'

Feelin' salty from this beef but this the season

Ricochet (*gunshot*) shot miss (*bullet wizzes past*), my gut feelin' say "keep comin'"

What is this feelin' inside my gut? (*Bullets wizzing past*) Oh they keep comin'

Shit, I'm hit again, fuck it, just keep runnin'

(*Panting heavily*) Heart pace is racin'

Look for a place for me to get stationed

See the train station by Washington, fuck they still watchin' me

(*Gunshot*) Pop my leg, it's over for sure

I roll to the floor, slide under the Buick

This can't be it, can't let these fuckin' clowns kill me

Made me shit hop up wit' a hole in my leg

Holdin' my leg, tryin'a limp to the store
I hit the floor though (*gunshot*), oh shit my torso

My shirt tore so I know it's another (*gunshot, panting*)

Breath, blood run down my sleeve

Don't leave me, wait, fuck it, dolo

Blood all on my loc, I'm on for sure though

Made a left on a dead end, don't go bro, it's a dead end

I got lead in me, fuck it, it's the end'a section/intersection

(*Gunshot*), still hearin' these n***as weapons

I got a feelin' but losin' feelin' in my arm

Fuck they come wit', an army?

Take a look in the car then

I remember some of these n***as back in Markham

It was sadness back then, we was offerin's

Grow up and beef often

Hood diss, we'a feel like arms of a dolphin

Runnin', tryin'a lose these Bloods

Fuck, I'm losin' blood

Eyes/I's gettin' low, heart slowin' down

Get up Day, don't die like this

You can't tell the hood "bye" like this

Run away from these white lights

It's ironic how bright lights equal night-night

Pass out (*deep breath*), wake up in the paramedics

My ass out wit' an oxygen mask on

Feelin' past gone, askin' the Lord "why am I holey?"

He replied: "that's what happened when you ain't Holy"

Got hit wit' 2 4's, Kobe

Doctor get you the Staples Centre

Shots in the Chamberlains, you the Tragic

Fix these hoes/holes, they need Magic

Your aids/AIDS were all for who(?)

Strong as a Martin, know I'm'a heal

Another n***a the other side tried to kill

Quill