I got no love 4 my enemies, they always get worse outta me, but they thought they could finished me, I'm in the cut with my mask on, shoot first is what's I bleed, bread 2 lead, fuck a felony, fuck the judge and the deputy, there's nothing u can say 2 me the, gun clicks then blaut, and all you rappers playing thots,all u hoes do is talk, got you hoes begging for your life, and then I shoot, air the bitch out, and the body diced up in pieces, murder, murder on the mind, and I ain't wasting no time, because time is money, without a bitch, 2 keep me in line, I can split a nigga wig ,and still be fine, breakfast on the table, and bag full of pine, a bag full racks, so im getting it, like I pose 2, u thought a i was doing great, but there's a lot hate, pent up inside of me, and I'm firing off top, just fucked your bitch with my mask on, Akeeno bleed what he bleeds, and u ain't talking money, then leave, my will is to feed on my enemies, what is hard to believe, is what i see, a natural born surviver, I could maguyver, these niggas, phony acting too hard, just called him Pinocchio, he had to go, he nose grew, too fucking much, with this auto mall I'm sure 2 murk you, counting racks while I'm burying you, counting racks while I'm burying you counting racks while I'm burying you