bitch im the beat theres ever been to ask a friend cuz like apocalypse your world I will end and he can get it to you say who it's your friend have my dudes shoot them where he bends got the full clip and the fully two extend rocking with the tooly living in a gangster's paradise rest in peace Cooley I'm trying not to get pop but he will get dropped where he run his mouth because he don't stop all they heard was pop pop then the shots ring then everybody scattered like roaches police showed up they couldn't recognize the body no one knows who did what what did how I like oh my god wow jumping up and down about to come for the crown because you boys can't keep up in this race I'm addicted to the chase better pick up the pace f*** that s*** I don't want to taste don't trust none of y'all it might be lace can't be wilding out man I can't catch another case get a rad cut out where he taste make that mother f***** think of toothpaste for the rest of his days rest in peace to who no one died so I don't know what you are tripping on are you hallucinating on this song because where I'm from people don't tattle on their side they don't right there wrongs with wrongs they write their wrongs with rights or they put up the good fighter however that s*** goes you know