its elchapo chris. elchapo type shit.why do i feel this way? im just workin everyday. tryna get paid. why you lay you head. im in these streets tryna get this bread. duckin hella feds. god as i bow head. dont let them fucks ever get me dead. too much blood done spilled. brothers got killed. mommas got depressed. takin hella pills. askin herself where she went wrong she remebers when he was 7. playin laughin now he 11. and he got us sent to heaven. i told you not switch up but you didnt listen. its like you didnt get it. this shit aint a game. i learned first hand and made some mistakes along the way. went too hell and back and im still crackin traes. i know this is a gift it cant be fate. i was a killer jumpin over gates. my pops in trenches pushin weight. bitch i was tweleve when i got my first pistol. if you tried me i finna blow like whistle. hit you so hard its gone feel like missile. ima keep it civil its time for to go like early dismissal. boy my raps complex. your is simple. havent you heard pop pop you like a pimple. you aint on my level. you need a couple ladders. i just need sucess fuck all the rest. im tryna be the best of the mothafuckin best. im chillin in the stretch me and my girl havin sex. talkin all dat reck get shot up in yo neck. we dont jump sets.fuck yo tech.