Nigga, say he got some C-4, guess what?, i got C-5, i gotta whole a team of crips, and my bloods, wit da b-hyve, WE too many, we dis deep, boy you know, we dis wide, niggas gone know it's recess, cuz, how we slide, i guess he forgot we dis deep, now he gone get deep fried, got, caught, pump faking, wit dat C4, i guess he lied, i called his bluff, he cried wolf, so, dats how he died, i sicced my wolfs, they built bulls, he was on dem beans, he got refried, it's hard to kill a pussy nigga, when he got 9 lives, he was trying to rich, but da nigga got killed, oh well, he tried, in da belly of the beast, don't bring no knife to a gun fight, swollow your pride, cause if you pull up, wit some C4, i pull up wit C5. Pull up wit0 up dem cannons, ima pull up wit dem nukes, Took Jung Un, pussy nigga salute, im a army by myself, boy, i am the living proof, burry these niggas, and then, turn um into some roots, cuz i when squeeze, ima squeeze, ima turn um into juice, turn these vegetables to V8, now you known as produce, pull-up wit dat C4, and shit quikly, gets diffused, ima hit you wit C5, leave yo whole family confused, and when it hits the news, i leave yo whole state bruised, they say, he aint have it all, that it no excuse, dey done cut off nuse, now a nigga, done got loose, andele, andele, i haul caboose, in a vamoose