Confessions
Alchemist & Prodigy Lyrics

Late night I can't sleep I get dressed
The singer is unable to sleep and decides to go out.

4am, I'm gon' get cigarettes
The singer decides to go out to get cigarettes at 4am.

Grab my hoodie for the light drizzle
The singer puts on a hoodie because it is drizzling outside.

Hit the curb, what's the word with the night shifters
The artist asks the people working on the night shift for information.

On that grizzly grime they said P
The people on the night shift mention the artist by his nickname 'P'.

Nigga you was looking for, I saw him up the street
The singer locates the person he was looking for up the street.

He was parking his car, probably still there
The person the singer was looking for is still parked up the street.

Hot-boxing with little shorty with the hair
The person the artist was looking for is smoking weed in a car with a girl with distinct hair.

Who, that bitch with the cheap red weave? Yeah, that smut
The girl with the distinct hair has a cheap and poorly made red weave, and is referred to as a promiscuous woman.

Aaight cool, I'm out, good looking out dunn
The artist thanks the people on the night shift for their help and leaves.

Made my way up the block to the spot where they saw the joker
The singer goes to the location where the person he was looking for was last seen.

That's why I never leave home without the toaster
The artist always carries a gun for protection.

I saw his radio lights through the rear tint
The singer sees the radio lights of the person he was looking for through the tinted rear of the car.

I stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit
The singer stands in front of the car to confront the person he was looking for.

The look on his face was priceless
The person the singer was confronting was surprised and scared.

The bitch micro braids caught fire when the fifth
The gun the artist was holding caused the hair of the girl in the car to catch fire and burn.

Put pieces of her wig on the seats in the back
Pieces of the girl's burnt hair weave were left on the car seats.

Now there's weed smoke pouring out the bullet hole glass
Smoke from the weed the person was smoking is visible coming out of the bullet hole in the car's window.

Turn the gun on him, he trying to float
The singer points the gun at the person he was confronting, who tries to escape.

Trying to run up out the car, but left on his seat belt
The person trying to escape is stuck because he left his seat belt on.

Now the nigga going ham in the whip
The person is trying to escape frantically.

Cause them shots tearing him up and thunderclapping
The person is hit and hurt by the gunshots the artist fires at him.

There's six million ways to die, I'll choose for you
The singer intends to be the one to choose how the person he confronts will die.

I live by the gun when you try to move on me
The artist relies on his gun for protection when someone threatens him.

I stick to the script, sometimes I'm too loyal
The singer follows a certain way of living and is too loyal to deviate from it.

I step away, get the fools off me
The singer distances himself from people who are causing problems or conflicts.

Sucker free, get these fools off me
The singer wants to be free of drama and troublemakers.

You can bet the house that I'm holding
The artist can guarantee that he is carrying a gun.

Blackjack her face or maybe poker
The artist can either punch someone in the face or bluff in a game of poker to get what he wants.

Face for coming at me the wrong way
The singer will retaliate with violence if someone approaches him in a negative way.

Dog I ain't want to do it to you
The singer does not want to resort to violence, but will if necessary.

You the one that came with that aggressive shit, now you want to cop out
The person being confronted started the conflict, but now wants to back out of it.

In hood court I'll put your gangsta on trial, you blew it
The artist will judge the other person's behavior in a 'hood court' and determine that they made a mistake.

Now it's time to face the music of the Israeli uzi
The other person will have to face the harsh consequences of the artist's gun.

That murder music, this dumbing season, I hunt humans
The singer is aggressive and goes after people he perceives as threatening.

But I never find niggas when I go looking
The artist has trouble finding the people he wants to confront, but they always seem to come to him.

They always seem to fall in my hands
The person the singer wants to confront ends up easily accessible to him.

Like nigga don't blame me, this is really God's plan
The singer believes that everything that happens is part of a greater plan determined by a higher power.

Up, there he go
The person the singer wants to confront is approaching.

What the fuck nigga picking up his kid from the school bus
The person the artist wants to confront is picking up their child from school.

Now how shall I proceed?
The artist is trying to decide how to proceed with his plan with the child present.

Do the nigga dirty right in front of his seed
The singer is considering carrying out his plan in front of the child.

So the little bitch grow up traumatized, a witness
The singer is willing to scar the child and have them witness a horrific event.

To how ugly life can be, it is what it is
The artist believes that life can be cruel and unfair, and accepts it as it is.

They walking up the way holding hands, look
The person the artist wants to confront is walking with their child and holding their hand.

I drove ahead of them and got out for the ambush
The artist sets up an ambush for the person he wants to confront and pulls over ahead of them.

There's no thinking twice, the dark-skinned nigga turned white
The person's expression of fear changes drastically when they see the singer and realize what is about to happen.

'Fore that first shot turned out his lights
The artist shoots the other person before they can react.

Now baby girl screaming hysterically
The child of the person the singer shot is crying and yelling out of fear.

She gon' spend most her life inside therapy
The singer acknowledges that the child will be traumatized by the event for the rest of their life.

Spitting image of her pops
The child looks like their father.

So I smacked the little ho with the gun then I walked around the block
The artist hits the child with the butt of his gun before leaving the scene.

Police bugging, I left the chariot still running
The police are investigating and questioning people, so the artist leaves the scene of the crime quickly without turning off his car.

Forgive me lord, he had it coming
The singer asks for forgiveness for what he has just done, but believes that the other person deserved it.