He heard the gunshot
His eyes opened wide
Laying on a metal table
In a room, off white
His skin cold to the touch
He feeling funny inside
His lungs struggle to breathe
His legs weak
But he rises up
And stumbles down
Loud crash
He knocked a metal tray on the ground
With his chest on the floor
Cheek on the tile
He sees a bullet right in front of him
He's in denial
He tried to figure the facts
He gave his head a scratch
And felt a hole in the back
A smaller hole in the front
He tried to cry, but he laughed
It was all coming back
A severe flood of pain
And remembrance of the dirt in the past

He hit the hallway
Recognizing the morgue, uh
He seen some homies of his own here before
But they ain't make it out
He's a dead man walking to the exit now
He could hear the plug talking while they drove around
He tryna piece it together
He stepped out to a dark sky
The coldest of weather
Yet he felt no chill
No grill
But he was cooking up
A plate of revenge
Served cold
And he'd deliver em
No fee attached
He thought the plug had to be a rat
The driver too
He felt remorse
But tried to beat it back
He never been violent
Unless by requirement
In his trade, people trying ya
Gotta be put down
He in his old hood now
Fresh blood up on the corner
Old heads looking for fixes
Young ones fulfilling orders
He approached his crib
Sending people running when they seen his scars
He grabbed his key
To his armoire full of long arms

In the corner of his room (In the corner of his room)
He plotting on they doom (He plotting on they doom)
Got the guns on the bed (Got the guns on the bed)
Tryna enjoy the view (Tryna enjoy the view)
Starts loading up clips (Starts loading up clips)
Cause what else is there to do? (Cause what else is there to do?)
He's a dead man walking (He's a dead man walking)
And the world is his tomb, and the world is his tomb