MBAMstillHERE

Who is it... the hooligan, pursuin dividends.. killin you and all ya friends... I'm losin mines he losin his, All over some stupid shit... but we should all be used to this... All I do is do it big... comin at ya crew again.. Don't let me snap, it's gruesome shit.. SoLow G been thru some shit. Long bids, lost kids, popped clips, stacked chips, smashed bloods, smoked crips, match this??? boy quit ya soft bitch.. I'm locked in like me and the top fit... High like we in the cockpit, whippin you can't see in the cockpit... California roll stops on my block bitch... Columbus love like a battlefield... Got this gift on a platter fer real... Feel like they the cops when they talk bout a deal... Got my own label so I could spit what I feel.. Neph n me eatin fer real.. y'all ain't beefin fer real, cuz beef bout poppin the steel... Investigators and coroners... Music apps recording us, You ain't a music app bitch so quit recordin us... Shots fired at ya tour bus if you come to the Bus... we the greatest and there's only room for two of us...