chillin with the hoe, 40 in the drawer, aint playin bro, faded no more. faded in the back chillin in this bitch is lil bro just chillin wit that group of hoes, you already know follow the line of hoes, itll lead back to the bro, lil nigga been robbin though puttin mammas on floor posted up by the door waiting for that dopeboy wannabe whore. his lil ass gone catch the 44, muthafuckas might as well call the morge, muthafucker call the morge, cant you see him laying on the floor all that blood round his eyes, this is what happens when a young nigga tries, to, to, interrogate my ties, muthsfucka im a whole nigga born white still aint neva been blessed by the light, everyday growing up was a muthafuckin fight with no hope in sight, not much can excite when ya mom is puffin on the pipe and the grip holds her tight, smoking up that white knight know she gone be up all night, prolly out there with that nigga Piggiepie imma slit his throat time for him to die, shouldnt fuck with me and mines cuz franky muthafucka i aint got the time, imma get to shooting shit like im blind. i got a nine but you know Imma catch ya with 44. might as well call the morge.