I be that one posted on the block two glocks an a palm fulla rocks get em off if I think your an opp your get slugged in the chest I hear you cough should a gave me my gwoup at 12 o'clock at the spot shot down your can get choped down I'm the king of the scene your a murder mystery I hustle day to day so can't nobody say a dahm Thang I got the target in range I hit an that was it not one piece of anything left behind you see my shine drako for your homies left behind bullets attack hitin your spine I don't cry but my engine wine I hit the gas out so fast I'm an outcast I smoke so much grass that's facts sacks on top of racks