Mule

load the Smith and Wesson since bitch niggas learn they lesson no other way to handle my aggression sick and tired of the oppression he a jinn under possession I'm in the booth for a new recording session write down all my wrongs and confessions every day on my knees and counting my blessings God gets tired of cleaning up my messes I got four opps about to paint they block they say they got they straps but still get shot about to end him they just immortalize him like he pac , you think you with the shit but really nigga you not, idgaf about all that shit you bought its going right back to the bank when you clot, let me thicken the plot vroom vroom bent the corner you going to your doom sweep yo block cause I'm holding the broom call your mummy cause ima lock you Inna tomb looking like booboo the fool I spit so hard it seem like a drool I'm cut from slik I'm spinning off the spool ya dumber than a donkey I'm the mule, you talk all that shit ima leave you Inna pool