move yo body to da rythem catch a body in the system politely talkn to my bicth reality is gonna die r u gonna cry third eye seeing death n homoside illuminati control my shotty from shooting u u dont wana know the things i wana bust a gun out da sun roof niggaz thinkn they bullet proof till they feel a shell hoping i make my way out of hell with all my prayers package of dope got cursed when im down n. at my worst gall is when u show yo worth after my birth came tradegey I'm trying to be yo majesty