OT The Real - Mahomes Lyrics

The bigger the gun, the bigger the shell
I seen your brother get hit and he fell
On air and mingle, I'm twisting the L
I'm on the tablets, we lit in the jails
IBM told me don't make no more sales
Can't even argue, she been through the drill
House getting raided, her brother's probation
I told her, okay, I'll just shoot up the hill
I see my bro, he was like
Oh, these little idiots ain't got a soul
They hit a lick, put the boy out of blick
And they shout and they miss it, a kid in his dome
That's a bad John
They on his ass, he acted alone
Who'd have thought this'd be his last summer home
Running and gunning, he's Patrick Mahomes

Wow, that changes a few things here
Even assuming he can continue to play
What we've seen is his mobility has been
The deciding force in this game

Running and gunning, he's Patrick Mahomes
Just did a bump and got back on the road
Gotta go slow, but ain't nowhere to go
They closing in and he already knows
He gotta get to a border, but don't have any money
Still in the clothes that he was in when his life took a spin
Now forcing him to live as a ghost
Now he looking for someone who'll do the most
He wants to run him by holding his gun up
If they don't give up what they got, then they toast
He was already watching him as he approached
Before they could grab him, he blasted his pole
Officer down, grabbing his throat
Thought he hit the ground, Patrick Mahomes

Again, running for his life"