Gunna Haze: Crown of the Night

Uh. Yeah. Yeah. They used to know their name

in the night, but the night don't love nobody back. Oh.

Gunna Haze in the alley where the streetlight blink. Cold breath, cold heart,

colder way to think. Snow tabs on the scale, numbers talking fast.

Run and gun lifestyle, never thought it'd last. Sirens in the

distance, paranoia in his head. Every deal another prayer that he

end up dead. Friends turned ghosts, enemies a mo' supply. A smile on

his face, but the hunger in his eyes. Gunna Haze, yeah,