naw I don't play that shit fuck what you heard I don't play that shit bitch you gotta be stupid I don't play that shit that's my word on savage I don't play that shit they didn't stop making guns when u bought yours hitta I been stock piling weapons for this cold hitta winter yeah it's going down survivors be the winners beginners born sinners become dinner in the mist of the storm I bare arms dawg naw ain't no warning shots becareful what u ask for u want it or not an intriget plot to get before getting got by ops cops ill pop none stop while the nieborhood watch bodies drop gottem flapping like a catfish knowin damn you don't want no parts if this I'm locked in for the win its a brim thing oh 10 from Lorain to Cleveland its in again without a helping hand I'll clap you myself what don't you understand in the way of my plans endanger fam ill be damn if I renig forfeite forget what got me here false evidence appearing real will get you killed caxn I get a hell yeah shitzs real still they playin gangsta rap name a hitta in the hood that plays like that homies been shot for less I guess