Unity Lewis - Gun Control Lyrics

Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’
They the baddest bad ass that'll blast
While we cop a gun charge living life lower class
Tryna strip you of your pistol so you can't clap or flash
Just knowing that they past ‘bout to bring em backlash
Some people hear the word gun and they think cash
When I hear the word gun
I think run
Time to smash
I'll be damn if I'm the one ‘bout to take a dirt nap
From a fool havin’ fun tryna test out a strap
I was looking at a barrel
It was pointed at my head
Hungry nigga on the other side 
Threatened to see me dead
Nigga said laid down, so I did what he said
Shit I didn't punk out but I got up out the red
They don't bump heads no mo 
They fill up heads with led and holes
And average pedestrials and bystanders passing by have died and become vegetables
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’
What the fuck we bout to do with all these mothafuckin guns
Ammunition by the ton
Pointed right at Gods son
Even modern day Jesus prolly packing him a glock
He who cast the first stone is the nigga getting shot
Cops and the military guard the people on top
If it wasn't for they guns they would have to close shop
Don't no body wanna die
No one wanna get popped
So the gun run tings, wall street to the block
Bully's come around and make your whole village live stock
From here to chi-town to the real Iraq 
Any lines get crossed
Mo folks gettin dropped
Murder rate on the increase and it don't stop
Our society glorifies being a crime boss
We chalk it up to the game and don't value a life lost
And it really is a shame that extinction will be the cost
If we keep genociding 
Humanity will be washed up
Sloshed
You see these motherfuckers out here forming militias 
Reptilian mind keeps us blind and vicious
When po’ folks die 
They don't miss us
Profiting from us sleeping with the fishes
We target practice for military theatrics
Tested out by police that hunt and catch us
If they can catch us slipping then they just might blast us
They overseers of the modern day slave masters
From the whip to the clip
They keep a firm grip to own the slave ship
The guns a basic tool of control they keep by they waste kid
Wait for the right moment to grab and take it
With a weapon you step in the direction of niggaz testing
No longer feel like a peasant; possession from smith and Weston
Forms a world of aggression
Babies with trigger obsessions
Tryna come up on your blessings
Can we change up the projection ‘cus
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’

Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’
They the baddest bad ass that'll blast
While we cop a gun charge living life lower class
Tryna strip you of your pistol so you can't clap or flash
Just knowing that they past ‘bout to bring em backlash
Some people hear the word gun and they think cash
When I hear the word gun
I think run
Time to smash
I'll be damn if I'm the one ‘bout to take a dirt nap
From a fool havin’ fun tryna test out a strap
I was looking at a barrel
It was pointed at my head
Hungry nigga on the other side 
Threatened to see me dead
Nigga said laid down, so I did what he said
Shit I didn't punk out but I got up out the red
They don't bump heads no mo 
They fill up heads with led and holes
And average pedestrials and bystanders passing by have died and become vegetables
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’
What the fuck we bout to do with all these mothafuckin guns
Ammunition by the ton
Pointed right at Gods son
Even modern day Jesus prolly packing him a glock
He who cast the first stone is the nigga getting shot
Cops and the military guard the people on top
If it wasn't for they guns they would have to close shop
Don't no body wanna die
No one wanna get popped
So the gun run tings, wall street to the block
Bully's come around and make your whole village live stock
From here to chi-town to the real Iraq 
Any lines get crossed
Mo folks gettin dropped
Murder rate on the increase and it don't stop
Our society glorifies being a crime boss
We chalk it up to the game and don't value a life lost
And it really is a shame that extinction will be the cost
If we keep genociding 
Humanity will be washed up
Sloshed
You see these motherfuckers out here forming militias 
Reptilian mind keeps us blind and vicious
When po’ folks die 
They don't miss us
Profiting from us sleeping with the fishes
We target practice for military theatrics
Tested out by police that hunt and catch us
If they can catch us slipping then they just might blast us
They overseers of the modern day slave masters
From the whip to the clip
They keep a firm grip to own the slave ship
The guns a basic tool of control they keep by they waste kid
Wait for the right moment to grab and take it
With a weapon you step in the direction of niggaz testing
No longer feel like a peasant; possession from smith and Weston
Forms a world of aggression
Babies with trigger obsessions
Tryna come up on your blessings
Can we change up the projection ‘cus
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol packing, country jacking, kidnapping murdering thieves
That would shoot a missile if you really gotta issue
Like, ‘I don't think you muthafuckas really want beef’