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 ass
Got the cash outta my pocket
Dropped it and got my ass 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 fucking mad
And so you're fucking high and can't stop crying
Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign
Fuck 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, a€?Is it was drug influence?a€?
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, fuck 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