Shooting Alone

Busy in the club selling drugs
Busy being thug, with the curbs
Everybody knows that I rule here
Yet who really knows 
What happens down here </3
Walking in the streets, gun in my sleeve
Bitches everywhere, and I'm shooting my gun

Alone
Alone
Alone

I'm shooting my gun, alone

They be screaming, need you in me
They be moaning, but I'm not me
Purple images, brown towers burning
Hoes on my feet, licking my shit
My niggaz think they know that I rule here
Yet who really knows
What happens when I shoot

Alone
Alone
Alone

Shooting one's gun, alone

You don't get it nigga ? Got everything
Still I don't get ya, not feeling anything
Busy in the club, taking drugs
Busy being thug, but no curbs
No enthusiasm, drowned in this miasm
And I don't really know
What happens down here </3
But what I do know is that i'm shooting this shit

Alone 
Alone
Alone

I'm shooting on you, alone

Shooting at you, alone