from the bottom of my heart I stare death in the eye I spare no vows though I walk thru the valley of death and bury them evil souls in them case we them folks with no vest go hard this aint no test spit vernom in your eyes make em realise we the realist you feel kinda ill I m feelin illegal fuck them hoes in the basket we them niggas in the casket I m karma I go hard with no rubber I spit rounds after rounds I dont care who's in the house CHORES fuck the mouse I go head to head with the best I go hard with no vest so check your clip cause I mma bout to load the rest and pop it to your head X2 a few pounds you think you gotta it UH a few deals you think you a dealer UH a few bitches you think you a pimp UH a few rythmes you think you better then me I gotta few goons that will rush it up a few guys in my castle who will rough you up I m no evil I m equal I m just painting my picture I m South side we also kill you on the inside we got mates on the inside we got cops on the inside all white kills on the outside pop heads for no reason UH it just changing of seasons dont mistake me for no jesus I dont maintain the basic rule of living but I m humble with my evil I need the best the best in level eleven heads shots and now I m on hop top mail that to your mommas