Lowkey I be writing but rapping ainn exciting to me niggas be cappin like they trapping fuck it I be snapping like prison chains I'll stain a nigga quick like a windowpane never catch me lurking in the shadow man that hollow hit ya put a halo over head now ya dead nigga young nigga Ion play round good gas leave ya lungs strung out the struggle brung the beast out in me that's why I hustle gotta feast by any means got em beans if you need em ion do no good deeds all I do is smoke weed because my mind be speed racing facing fat woods posted in the hood with it where we always up to no good serving dog food to the strays the way my mind think I'll spray a nigga if they touch me I pray that a nigga dont lay me down or I end up eating from a prison tray but fuck it I ainn no punk I'll let that choppa dump on ya head and leave ya in the street like a speed bump ion do no chump shit I'll hump on yo bitch and blow her back out I'll have her hooked on this dick like crack spend a rack and get it back fuck it spend a check and catch some wreck me and my niggas got it on deck come fuck with us we dont duck from no smoke we'll pluck you away like the ashes on the wood we got different types of gases we dont give out free passes on this shit we spit fire and got guns for hire yousa liar if you say you boud it I'll really kill a nigga peel his shit back like a apple and watch shit snap, crackle and pop dont ever heckle me if yeen tryna tussle all my niggas know is hustle to get out them trenches I remember my younger days i was hopping fences tyna escape the opps now I'll scrape a oppa up like a fried egg while he beg for mercy I ainn Percy Miller but ima bout it bout it killer name a nigga realer than me I got that potato peeler fuck around and pull ya scalp back if you come thru fool talkin you mistaken if you think ion keep a tool on me I get mechanical if you wanna be technical.