Imma bout to knock this beat down Downtown, wauktown Hoes bust down Imma let it bust now You better bust out I'll pull them slugs out You don't know what my thugs bout Go ahead run yo mouth Beat yo ass with a bat Let that head crack Let his neck snap Let him rest nap I don't give a fuck neph He fuck with family he get hurt They getting murked Buried alive in wet dirt I'm bout my paper I must provide I don't hide i don't lie i don't cry I'm alive but you can die Shoot you seven times Only seven sighs Cause you forgot to realize Your seven guys Set you up. Damn they Slime I'm gonna drive Drank a pint did a line. I'm on a flight. I smoke to fly Fresh to deaf fresh to death Fresh to neck I'm well dressed I'm well pressed on time Cause I'm on a grind to open eyes With the dopest rhymes Sudden thoughts fog amongst my frost I talk when i walk the halls that hitter next to me if just my right hand guy Who hit you with the nine five times cause it's a goddamn crime For you to grab the mic and mock my hip hop side Im Post parted cold hearted No pardons dissed sergeants My augments audited from arguments that turn me up for my audience