They gunned my young boy down, Mike Brown What if it were Mike White? Like like like Mike with the one glove Mike still selling shoes he ain't showing love Mike bite your ear off, take a year off I done veered off, bout to take a quick trip to Saint Louis We gone burn it to the ground and we ain't moving We looting, they shooting, we losing Make a nigga wanna straight make hate music Tryna tell me be a leader, maybe help them see their way through it What I'm s'posed to say, I got 8 toolies Went and got it out the mud, dry time praying that it flood Young street nigga with his faith and his plug Now I'm buying up bandos, renovate them bitches, tryna make me a dove I don't make music to be played in the clubs Said it sounds like I'm sleeping, tryna wake a nigga up What you take a nigga for? Wasn't raised to give a fuck And I don't owe nobody shit and I don't think these niggas tough One man army, never seen one man haunt me Then jumped on deck but I don't bet Change your background, [?] your little raps Guess what, man we couldn't find one fact