untold

ayo im running out time so its time make you mine dont step out of line youll get hit by the nine red blood like wine gotta bad bitch an she fine read the warning signs i kill niggas as designed you to slow bitch imma leave you behind yeah i stay on that grind my minds one of a kind cant see my skill you must be blind you cannot confine me the way i combine line after line im sick of hearing you whine so i came hear to the break through the grime with some stories of crime so without ferther ado we move in threes and twos cover the evidence we leave no clues while we dodge the bois in blue tryna catch our crew we on the loose drug abuse on the juice on a cruise theres no use to reduce blow a fuse drunk to much booze get into a fight i cannot lose blood on my shoes another nigga found dead is on the news serial killa its time to choose life or death im outve breath this is all a test and im comin out fresh as i cutting into your flesh this is not my best fuck your girl and im like next leave her wit a text fuck the rest lucky to be called my ex and i suggest you get out west and show gratitude for the mercy ive expressed and no attitude bc i got no fucks left and as we grow old you know we wont fold guard the wisdom we hold my stories untold