3 strikes and you out ! put down ! feel the base pound / jayeah kamc reign supreme. bitches linguistics riches BEaCH picnics these beats lyrics /seeing you weak leechs mimic/ moving in tryna get a pivot in this wicked game/ viciously get lifted cracked to tidbits. your story and script has been written Good Riddence! we in these trenches from Jacksonville to NY queens every state on East Got teams hungry! ready to eat ( we starving) ready to unleash go beast. salutes my Gs. the family holding strong. Your team, barley holding on.. toting smoking arms leave ya dome split smoking strong/ Scoped in hahaha but not Not for long. God made me my team the Chosen Ones. son you think in the mental we live in the physical all these pitiful simple little puny individuals yapping chit chatting but ain't blasting or ever blasted dat static we Everlasting..... grasping that we grasping semi automatic bolt action Burn em up. my cannon turn it up on this canvas its Enter the dragon my sons. no surrender yall may be contenders but you fucking with Emperors on anything of status watches, skyline apartments estates big houses with lakes, baddest bitches errday x2 eating all the cake this a speed race no time for Weak Delays fuck the he or she say I'll say it to ya face. consequences ?,many I've faced. battle scars continue the commencement alive today/ ask the one's Ive taken the lives away just got to meet them at they graves. destroyed family over love of country and faith. killing not just the ops but the wives the one's tied to the ops life line that God made an created for their life to shine. taken by spite fuck you bout that life. their soul is mine! no regrets