my homie took that bullet he die in my arms the blood on my hands the blood on my shirt that shit had me twisted my head spinning circle never was the same turn into a beast a full flesh eating now im on a mission my life is like a track im sprinting on u bitches left u in the dirt now im screaming at u bitches touch the finish line with my pistol in my hands snatching up rewards from these bitch ass nigga got my gold metal in the hood bitch nigga