no sunshine no rhymes shot em cut his bloodline shoot him in his head think I'm playing grab the bread , if u snitch that's yo head they finna drep the day that I bled came back with choppa aim it at his mama imma monster just do it Nike wanna sponser dreads swinging immaa rasta his brains look like pasta sippin vodkabeating lobster ... grab the glock pulled up to the slot shoot him twice in his heart