Mahomes

Lyrics

The bigger the gun, the bigger the shell I seen your brother get hit and he fell On air and mingle, I'm twisting the L I'm on the tablets, we lit in the jails IBM told me don't make no more sales Can't even argue, she been through the drill House getting raided, her brother's probation I told her, okay, I'll just shoot up the hill I see my bro, he was like Oh, these little idiots ain't got a soul They hit a lick, put the boy out of blick And they shout and they miss it, a kid in his domе That's a bad John They on his ass, he acted alonе Who'd have thought this'd be his last summer home Running and gunning, he's Patrick Mahomes Wow, that changes a few things here Even assuming he can continue to play What we've seen is his mobility has been The deciding force in this game Running and gunning, he's Patrick Mahomes Just did a bump and got back on the road Gotta go slow, but ain't nowhere to go They closing in and he already knows He gotta get to a border, but don't have any money Still in the clothes that he was in when his life took a spin Now forcing him to live as a ghost Now he looking for someone who'll do the most He wants to run him by holding his gun up If they don't give up what they got, then they toast He was already watching him as he approached Before they could grab him, he blasted his pole Officer down, grabbing his throat Thought he hit the ground, Patrick Mahomes Again, running for his life