im stressed gun on shelf tha right left hell yah im strapped to death till my breath stops call the crew who you trying to blast tha thug im clash when fighting with lighting brah you so smart art mane load pistols in tha dark spark weed i need too smak you niggas fast place guns i run with a family like no other i crush dope scope on tha end of pole place you right there where the cemetery at its a war vet standing cadet soldier guns at round tables we angels god runs thiswe kiss my kids daddy gone home to tha skyline tha gun line boss im crossed bye her ways it might pay way the back roads burned up cand cuffs and cops lurk us tho yo pass me a strap its ill at will I'll peel a hot shell well i get that check me in tha house to stay cool i break rules bad as hell to tha max straight fact's game time on real you can get killed poped to tha head im one up on tha game take it to levels then burrie the shit crack a dome stay way back how you like that the way it is mane no trespassing respecting the mane is really real fake niggas get shot up real quick kill niggas touture till they dead believe relieve seeds of rightous thoughts on brain sang a song cant go wrong its war tho jones nine millie tones brake Bodies up you got bucked dude you shot hot bullets love when i loaded up yall talk to much tuff im stuffng nines and magnums heat seeking souls you lost your number called by god hope you was real humble thoughts of gun handles im bashing brains mane im bout out time running fast on our block tick tock plots of takes niggas out im about a route to muder sell dope and shit im on some real shit nigga