alright here come the killa here come the niggas who really wanna feel alright really wanna be us ok sure you you the next level but you aint gonna nothing but struggle nigha here there moss clutter in the back of my head like cause everything pitch everything black I count number and stars in the room where the sun shine too hard. they beefing the killing they killing it with a feeling. they reeling greeting they was feeling it while it was fleeing.