sometimes I think to myself am I supposed to be here am I burn for a reason or was it meant to be I'm swanging on 4s in the heat sleet or snow so many new people fold change on you in a instant like I knew they couldn't hold it down IDK why I gave them a chance to late I'm not going back in the past do many new hoes calling my phone I never heard of b4 like what's wrong you only want me for my wrath you don't know such thing as love do why are you fuckin with him you know you not happy just be yourself don't try to be somebody that you not or you might get shot I have the beam to you head you can't see me at night only the laser beam pointed to your forehead boom be de you dead r