Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old But since then , I've never put it down my friend she go to war when I tell her fuck a who , why , when , til the end indeed its good to have and not need even better when you can shoot back and not bleed take heed , poppin like an El full of seed my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice it got to do with lots of money and it ain't nothin nice
you do , tell him to save you cause me and these niggaz here we ain't tryin to save you regardless of the fact that its close to home I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own
Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience 40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin sittin in the yoga position isolate my mind from your bitchin lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10 knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid yeah , you know how we comin raw grooves with the funky drum drummin and when my song goes off noddin your head , or singin my chorus the 4 in the morning blunt feen fill em in like taco shells wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat pointin gats like remotes at cats with federal notes