Reuben Vincent – BB Guns Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tryna find me a yellow brick road
Cause success man, it take too long
And I promise we been strugglin’ 7/24
Clock tick tock, won’t stop oh no
Ain’t no simpin for us stay lifted
Promise they will not catch us, we’ll get ‘em
Been knockin’ us down for like ten centuries
Uncle Sam pimping us, yea he tricking
I wanna know in my future where I be goin’
My heart & Soul, I been pushing on the same motive
If they gon’ throw us down I’mma keep blowing
Gotta stay low, keep my cool and just keep on flowing

[Chorus] Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
All we tryna do is stay alive
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
They just wanna see us brothers die
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
All we tryna do is stay alive
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
They just wanna see us brothers die

[Verse 2] I’m a stand out brotha
All my ten toes, no hand out brotha
Stayin’ cool and calm when the cam’s out brotha
Never dip on my set, never flex, show respect
All hands down brotha
Gun tote brothas, thought provoked brothas
Who ain’t gon’ get control like them remote brothas
Gettin’ bodied by the folks, them card revoked brothas
Bump them, got hope for my dope brothas
When my seed grow, want em to rise from the concrete
To a red rose bloomin’ and keepin’ his mind deep
Gotta have it, baby we savage
Prodigies got the ones shook livin’ in bliss and honesty
They gonna know our names, heat, stroke and flame
The fire in our souls got us up in the game
Best advice is do you, & stay up in your lane
Don’t stress, dust off, proceed and maintain
It’s me, the fam and my squadron
When you move like this it’s just timeless
What’s yo’ mind, & what is your conscious?
If it ain’t real, don’t come here with nonsense
Consistency , just keep constant
Ain’t no way you gon’ keep me boxed in
I’mma hafta rip hearts like Tyson
One punchline hit you, it’s toxic
Yea, you talkin’ to a youngin who’s been bustin’ since the womb
Reloadin’ & exploadin’ til they put me in the tomb
Been goin’ through the motions tryna break through my cocoon
Been goin’ through the motions tryna touch the freakin’ moon
They’d die to see me dead, know they just want a change
All these women want you when you finally making your name
Been goin’ through the motions tryna get from A to Z
But it’s hard inside this reality so I’m singin’ like

[Chorus] Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
All we tryna do is stay alive
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
They just wanna see us brothers die
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
All we tryna do is stay alive
Black boy with a great mind
Two guns for attack time
They don’t wanna see us brothers live
They just wanna see us brothers die