We brothers from another mother. This hating will stop One way or another One of us gonna die slow I don't know you, brother. Why can't we be friends and run 'game' on these females like we are supposed to? But ok. I got you. You want to run opps on me. Like Mario, "Here we go." I can see why King Von said he'd shot you niggas in the face What did I ever do to make you niggas hate me. Nigga's coming on my DM's investigating me on social media Getting in my comments talking like they gone roll up on me. Trying to find something they can aggravate me with UpTown Valley Park Ghost Town Easy Town BanksTown Brookstown Zion City Southside Scotlandville Baton Rouge Louisiana Word to the motha fucking game (Clap hands 3 times) Listen bitch, stay in a child's place and go sit your ass down before you get your ass murdered Shush, let me tell you a lit secret Some 12's came up missing in the 90's. I know where they bodies lay I don't play with little children Bitch, I'm your daddy. Cats like me developed the game Before you get some tools in your chest. "Heavenly, father, please forgive me I know not what I do because these bitches Make you hate this world Before you get some banana clips, putting holes in your vest I'd place my rouger execution style to the back of your motha fucking head And ask you, "What's your last wishes." As soon as you whisper a motha fucking word. (Clap hands 3 times) I'm blowing your cowardly brains out over the curve. Bitch nigga, You can get carried out by the paramedics Or be carried by a four-four I'm cooling trying to relax my nerves Bitch, you hating on a nightmare I'd shoot you in your motha fucking face And watch your motha fucking eyes roll down the pavement like golf balls Bitch die slow