[Chorus]
You're starin’ at me like I’m a loaded gun
And I bet you're wondering if I own one, and as we cross paths
You grip your son’s hands, now he thinks I'm a bad man
My n***a, look at what you’ve just done
You're starin’ at me like I’m a loaded gun *gun cock*
And I bet you're wondering if I own one, and as we cross paths
You grip your son’s hands, now he thinks I'm a bad man
My n***a, look at what you’ve just done

[Verse 1]
I’m almost done with college, as a matter of fact, honor's society
And although your pigment's a lot brighter, you are no different from me
And even though you won’t say it public, a n***a is all you see
But fuck my degree right? 'Cause I am number one public enemy
It's almost crazy the fact that, you see something dark and react
Not taking into consideration the child beside you and your impact
Now you're to blame for why he does the same to my son and or daughter
And I bet when your son meets my kids, all he’ll be thinking is manslaughter
But I promise to teach mine to nevermind your kind, but don’t be blind
‘Cause I’ll be damned if your misinfluenced son stabs mine from behind
As a matter of fact, in times like this, I wish I had that gun
The one you could have run from, since I can’t rewind what you've done (ZIIIRO!) *gunshot*

[Chorus]
Lo-lo-lo-lo-loaded gun
And I bet you're wondering if I own one, and as we cross paths
You grip your son’s hands, now he thinks I'm a bad man
My n***a, look at what you’ve just done
You’re starin’ at me like I’m a loaded gun *gun cock*
And I bet you're wondering if I own one, and as we cross paths
You grip your son’s hands, now he thinks I'm a bad man
My n***a, look at what you’ve just done