Текст песни Junkies - 919slum

Jumpin' out the Chevy, 2000, with the sidearm on me
Knife up on my side, my hoodie up, no one harm me
Track you down the alley through the grass
Lil bitch, you is tryna run
Hit you with this chrome thang and call that shit a one and done

Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherfuckers, even if they aren't my enemies
Bitch, I'm tryna see blood, money, and some damn respect
I'd snatch the chain off this stupid fuckin' cracker's neck
These junkies in the street tryna hit me for Percocet
Got it in my pockеt, then I pop it, shit, it's not a sweat
Well, I mеan not literally, that shit is not a fuckin' joke
Two dollars in my pocket, damn I'm feignin' hella broke

Knife up on my side, Myers with the mask on
919SLUM made the beat, so the tag's on
Drag on through the church parking lot and smack off
Many fuckin' bullets 'til you drop and then I laugh, aw
Stupid trick, bitch, you breathed wrong so I smoked you quick
I just checked your pockets, they ain't shit that's for my benefit
'Nother wasted life on holy ground, like, someone pray for him
Creepy songs in the mist, wailin' just like Tiny Tim

Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherfuckers, even if they aren't my- gun shots
Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherfuckers, even if they aren't my- gun shots
These junkies in the street tryna hit me for- these- these-
Got it in my pocket, then I pop it, shit, it's not a sweat
Well, I mean not literally, that shit is not a fuckin' joke
Two dollars in my pocket, damn I'm feignin' hella broke