Winte_20-53

I looked in the mirror seen a reflection of my old self this Hip Hop feel it deepdown in the bones when the Jones felt killa instinct throw on the mask before chrome belch 3 shots at point blank will make his dome melt I saw the man he pissed his points with his grown self paralyzed by fear but in the Shark Tank Its no help shoot ur way fight ya way stab ur way out Hood Rules I'm gonna cee just how it play out Cuzzo stabbed him in the stomach watched em bleed out I'm holding him down middle of the street I got the heat out was tryna refraining aint wanna bust the bullets skeet out blew a chunk out his body it torn the meat out in broadday I let it fly they know what we bout north or south its all the same that boy got street clout raw spitta get in hooking range I'll crack ya jaw nigga always down to spare let's get it in I'll south paw with ya laugh now cry later somebody gonna die