Pull up with simi's the timmys they runnin, No frontin we coastin we'll shoot at yo cuzzin. Start bustin with blickies, Ask god that they hit me, Please leave me no witness you wanting forgivness these bullets for givin Dont lack the attention To pull up yo weapon And bust and the villain No love for the feelings Of missing my visions *Might pop me a riddlelin To finnaly get rid of em The the feelings of course The demons are whores Cant love em because of the hole in my core Cant trust them no more Cant trust em no more* Pass em with keen eyes Thass him i ree keenize Lets pull up these two nines Let shots off like july The 4th im not kiddin *Might pop me a riddlelin To finnaly get rid of em The the feelings of course The demons are whores Cant love em because of the hole in my core Cant trust them no more Cant trust em no more*