Prowling thru dis Jungle...hunting to shed blood to eat... i hate my way... O God y have i chosen .my way.. of life. what am i here for but to kill then b murderered... i wish i had a choice to live or die... if God woulda game me a choice ... ida chose to never trap n live n survive thru Jesus... but God birthed me thru da belly of da beast.... i came up from the Holy Baptismal waters.. to shake da devil off ... still ery witch hating these diamonds n gems glistening upon my spirit...u cant tell i aint meant to rise n Lucifer place... . into da dungeon of da pit of hell God birthed me n da midst of killers n murderers... i lost sight of God... n da streets bred a kiiler of me destined to b a murderer close i get to joy adrenaline rush whein i squeeze da trigger... closest i get to love n this life my young thugs sharing spliffs of weed wit me in this game to die..im tryna get it 4 i go.... cuz nothin matter more to me outa life than seeing that bad hoe..... Before i leave ima become a murderer i been banging on my blocks hittin killins got my feet n wrist drippin... da harder i bang the more dese bitches hate... for a rack... she bobbin n weaving all night she aint even stop to catch her...breath... if i get up with him ima kill himself... cuz aint nothin i hate more than a thief ... a snitch... n the mouth of a bad bitch... ima shoot dat bitch n his bitch both can suck my dick.... long dick 40 shot efs.... thuggin wit my 34... these ninas got da power to slaughter dese niggas.... ima .make a killing tonight instilling fear wit my 34.... money mean power... thats a damn lie...thank God i spent my last dime on dis chop... u can tell me i aint da man with this 57... im the man im da don... gunning thru da streets wit my chop... like fuk da police ....wit a chip on my shoulder... callin all da shots ... my young killas lettin off shots...im da general dese my foot soldiers they won't squeeze lest i give da command.... drilling with da ❤️ of a tiger... wit no fear im alone prowling to kill... n this kill came straight from da lions den .... dying in laughter like a hyena over his bloodshed stain the bills that we snatch from him me n my young killa we spend it all wit da jewler wepve da shine while we eat...instill fear n the hearts of men with my ruger....