Testo: Remy Ma. Guilty.

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 an u so fuckin high an u can't stop crying. Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign. Fuck it. Its nothing. This nigga got me stressin. I can't believe he got me buggin now I'm drivin reckless. I can't even see in my high beams ain't really helpin. But nobody really be using the street before 7. Got the pedal to the meadow like I lost my mind and ain't even see the school crossing sign. Car in the fastest. (Yeah) Wind blowin in my hair. Seat belt light blinkin but I don't care. Somebody crossed the street came out of no where, ran right into em, body flew in the air. Oh my God my face already covered with fear, sayin my prayers aint even see em, I swear. Hopped out off of reflex saw the blood everywhere, mostly round the head of a little girl holding a teddy bear, I'm sorry. All I can hear is I want my mommy. (Mommy) And then ain't hear nothing from the little girl body. I', scared, but I can't stop. What I'm gonna do? The first thing the cops gon say is it was drug influence. They ain't gon understand what this nigga was doing. How He made me drive fast when I should've 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 911 or damn should I run. I'm just weighing out my options before somebody come. 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 n run, damn I should've hit my brakes. Hit n run, sometimes we all make mistakes. Hit n run, I guess I'm not that reckless. Hit n run, cause now I got a guilty conscience

(Thanks to Shanelle for these lyrics)