life crashing down like both planes (911) they talk about us but they both lame you know talk is cheap they about chump change call me a bum in ur house like bro man I'm the phlame to her pipe reason she float man ready for lift off I don't sniff nothing nigga I drift off my flow pissed off I put that pistol to ur temple and let the clip talk I'm from NY making boss move make false move my demons a off you drag in the cemetery leave you with ur folks and them you never seen a ghost so how u want smoke with him runing with fake niggas them bozos roping they ain't gonna Busta move ain't no one backing you once I'm attacking you it's like reaper after you you had a good laugh that night that's why I'm slapping you saying u out too get me that's I'm blasting you im Obama in the chair bitch I'm doing what I wanna do yall bitches is wild thirsty I wish yall was a mermaids 🧜‍♀️ I'm From the hood we're niggas don't die from old its either the cage the gage or road rage rough draft