Da Willis by M.S. Finesse Lyrics

[M.S. Finesse]
Born in D.R
It  was a struggle
Live  in the bronx
See lots of trouble
It’s 2019
I  got a new style
Cops  crossing my block
They acting hostile
Going  to school
I’m wearing a hood
Don’t play with me
Or it’s not gonna end good
People  getting shot
Don’t wanna be next
Stay looking behind me
Trying not to flex

Walking on concrete homeless people asking me for money
Residents humor dead like the leaves from winter trees
Put my headphones on, and my man bun
Pass a tall man, strapped with a handgun
Just this morning saw my landlord at the corner store
By the night, I get a word, he ain’t livin’ no more
Thinking bout my homelands bronx is parallel
When I go to sleep, all I dream about is shattered shells