No, no, no, I told you, I this shit I ain't just up here, rappin' and and skittin' and shit, naw, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you,
I that ziploc bustin' at the stitches, culinary chemist I serve the malicious to break the fixes One give you the sniffles, the other leave you the itches Transport, airport with the
So I can fulfill my dreams of as green More then ya seen within Ashton it's green Me drivin' up fast with the lean, family Keep youngin's in them Camry's
Door panels full of shit and I full of shit Reckless ass, God they don't crash From the panel to the dash, it's pounds of slab Naw, bitch we don't in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling skits Whether hop out or the glock pop out Ya know, I'm about Blow to ya sinus the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winters, a lie Got 'em right here and if I don't you the grams high Take it or it, soon as a fiend, taste it, they need it They could smoke it right in of you to make you believe it
Prolly think, I murder you the way I smile But I'ma take a shots, A I style Jada, the name is filthy but so The motherfuckin' is filthy
You know, what? My mom and my pops did a good job But it was the and the Cane the built me So I could never hate on another God is great, the devil is a
When you broke but they you got money Crackers start you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows or dreads, I eliminate
I'm far a noodle, nigga, I stab up block reps And quiet streets into hot sex Nigga, funny you say you a killa, how? What is it the of the killer clown? You don't put no in my heart
I make ya people say, 'wow', that didn't look my man flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds at and pointblank Coldchian left nigga stankin'
Half static and face I got the wrinkling, all in it I had my eyes on his and I didn't give 'em A chance to blink I dodged up on 'em Pressed the forty up on him 'em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I 'em
The Coffin, the cradle, you can't the hand that made you That's the beginning of the end and you a thug pretends Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit' that go through men
Fuck wit S P, ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like my fate to rep I hold it down any place I step and I gettin' slept on 'Cause I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that been stepped on
Dog, I'ma at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday, the ghost the reason why ya set gone Why I riffin', the war you wouldn't understand 'Cause my God is than yours
If the world spin in a circle, I 'em to learn move backwards Kill the first minute they jerk you What you the toaster for creepin' through the hood And shit ain't really good but I'm than the ocean floor than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya out so I mean it when I pull
Rappers is to me as if, come on We in the same boat, I them quick, no, I move Coke And you and I share no common bond So forgive me if I receive you with open arms, no
It shames me to no end to feed To who could very well be my kin But where there's demand, someone will So I feed them their needs at the same cry
Yes, it pains me to see need this All of lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest and sympathy to the street I see them pay for they fix they kids couldn't eat, so sorry
And with in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know that I shit, I ain't shit My heart but that's aside from the fact I live from my kids and their's and them youngin's after