Guilty

He put the gun in my hand I took my hand and put the gun in my pants I took my pants and pull them up on my a*s Got the cash outta my pocket Dropped it and got my a*s in the Dodge I put it into the car and started it Stepped on the gas and looked at the gas And 95 don't seem fast when you're so f**king mad And so you're f**king high and can't stop crying Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign f**k it, it's nothing This nigger got me stressing I can't believe, he got me bugging Now I'm driving reckless, I can't even see And my high beams ain't really helping But nobody really be using the streets before seven Got the pedal to the medal like I lost my mind And I ain't need to see the school crossing sign Car in the fastest gear, wind blowin' in my hair Seat beat light blinking but I don't care Somebody crossing the street, came outta nowhere Went right into 'em, body flew in the air Oh my God, my face already covered with tears Sayin' my prayers, I didn't even see I swear I thought off of reflex, saw blood everywhere Mostly ran ahead of the little girl, holding a teddy bear I'm sorry, all I can hear is, "I want my mommy" And then I ain't hear nothin' from the little girl's body I'm scared but I can't stop, what am I gonna do? The first thing the cops are gonna say, '€œIs it was drug influence?'€ They ain't gonna understand, what this nigger was doin' How he made me drive fast when I should have been cruisin' And they probably won't believe that it wasn't the weed And shorty just popped up in the middle of the street And they really gonna be hatin' this gun on my waist And I checked shorty's pulse and I don't think she's gonna make it Dial 911 or damn should I run? I'm just weightin' out my options before someone comes If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'll be wrong This is taking too long, f**k it I'm gone Hit and run, damn I should hit my brakes Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes Hit and run, I guess, I'm not that heartless Hit and run 'cuz now I got a guilty conscience