Hard body

bitch you look suicidal call me boss that's my tidal got the belt i hold the tidal you be singing American idol killing all opps any rival take it 2 the box winning trial another white rapper 8 mile but im out west like fival big chops assault rifles find God get your Bible these streets is all about survival mean mugs and thugs no smiles my section can get hella tragic make you disappear like magic broad day shoot outs in traffic run up in your house use the hatchet got blood all on my jacket time to go change clothes come back and leave more bullet holes im wired tweaking like no dose no time for a bitch fuc holes they can also catch lead toes all my hitters real pros under pressure we never froze running out the house with the stove