trying to have a good time trying to shoot in the nigga and his eye like what his mama's swear he was a good child ayo who that f*** it throw shots at his back just me and my five just me and my gun in the middle of Atlanta like catching my ops like it shoot the camera like nobody know what happened bro on feet we in a car I don't think he going to make far he hopping under bushes it got quiet all your hair was pop pop I'm 14 with big jeans and I want to be a star I just spend money a little thicker than I want a hellcat all this knowledge messing up my bringing making me smart chopping at the bando run up on me extendo shoot him down like a Rambo 556 shoot him in his brain 556 put him in his grave I'm a king of Atlanta just me and my gun what a freak you going