[Lyric] PRACTICE/MAC 10 WOUNDS (AMUN-RA)

I got knocked out, but I bounced back
With no clientele, with no help
Armored vest coz the streets ain't safe my nigga
New ice coz the heat got hotter my nigga
Back in 17' K-9s sniffed my niggas
Really would be nothing, without all my niggas
'Coz these bitches come and go
When my niggas really just wanted to blow
My Charlie been kicking shit, since birth
Westside Boogie, he my homie from the dirt
Laid back crusin, with my nigga Zila
Listening to Common
Talkin' about life, tryna bring the common
Sense to this shit
How my nigga lost his dad but still lived
How these bitches talk about karma and thеn sin?
How I said sorry but homie is still pissed?
How I want peacе but homie is still pissed?
In the valley...
In the valley of the pythons
All I see is snakes and cheap thots
You a pedestrian
And my drunk uncle running from, police
And my black sister got bullied, to sleep
Where we get the cake and we share wit our family
We guerrilla in this criminal war
We gon reeler in this criminal war
Sun's gon hit you, it's going to leave your eyes sore
Oh God, late nights, writing
OH GOD, hope it pay off
Ask my nigga Daro...man I put the work in, with my right and left foot
Know how a Connec' look
Know in street fights that you cannot bring a text book
Y'all gon throw the rocks and shade
I throw the dictionary

Fucking up my whole family structure to clear the day for her
When I was home, going thru the problem alone
Lord I should've prayed more
But i didn't
That's tight rope
That's Pyro
That's Pyro
That's pyro-technics
How I blow the bus, but still got the checklist uh
Monalisa owner, I'm an organ donar and a fucking stoner

Wouldn't trade my brother Digga
He my flesh and my blood
Really won't stop till a nigga get Blue Blood
And I won't stop till a nigga like Suge Knight

So many times my brother Jani man could've died
So many times they'd stab you and then pass you the knife
So many times I'd come up I know they hearts ain't right
Shit ain't really peaceful, coz we ain't.... equals
Messing with my niggas, know bullets don't tickle
Care less about the money, man you can give me nickle, I'm lying
I said bullet don't tickle

Fuck me up, niggas get dropped like the summer heat
Fuck me up, niggas dropped like December heat
Fuck me up, niggas get dropped like fucking single
Never leave a single witness on the fucking court I...
Never leave fucking witness on the fucking counter, true story
Niggas suffer weakness like fucking allegory
Back when all the singers were praying for the glory
And my niggas blaze it up sweet propane
And my niggas just passed 12 lets celebrate
And my nigga Pablo, fuck he wake and bake
And my niggas praying for me
I am on a eighth
A nigga been waking up horny its time to eat nah
And I got nothing for niggas but Mac 10 wounds
Leonardo da Vinci, my bitch Monalisa(UH