Guilty

[Remy Ma] He put the gun in my hand I took my hand and put the gun in my pants I took my pants and pulled 'em up on my ass Got the cash out my pocket, dropped it and got my ass out of Dodge And put it into the car, started it Stepped on the gas, looked at the dash 95 really don't seem fast when you so fuckin mad And you so fuckin high and you can't stop cryin Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign, fuck it It's nothing, this nigga got me stressin I can't believe he got me buggin now I'm drivin wreckless I can't even see and my highbeams ain't really helpin But nobody really be usin the streets before 7 Got the pedal to the metal like I, lost my mind And I ain't even see the school crossin sign Car and the bastards yeah, wind blowin in my hair Seatbelt light's blinkin but, I don't care Somebody was crossin the street, came out of nowhere Ran right into him, body flew in the air Oh my God, my face already covered with tears Sayin my prayers, I ain't even seen her I swear I stop out of reflex, saw blood everywhere Mostly 'round the head of the little girl holdin the teddy bear I'm sorry, all I can hear is I want my mommy (mommy!) And then I ain't hear nothin from the little girl's body I'm scared but I can't stop, what I'm gon' do The first thing the cop's gon' say is it was drug influenced They ain't gon' understand what this nigga was doin How he made me drive fast when I shoulda 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 gon' be hatin, this gun on my waist And I checked shorty pulse and I don't think she gon' make it Dial 9-1-1, or damn should I run I'm just weighin out my options before somebody come If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'd be wrong This is takin too long, fuck it I'm gone Hit and run, damn I shoulda hit my brakes Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes Hit and run, I guess I'm not that heartless Hit and run, cause now I got a guilty conscience {*car peels out*}