tragedy bends away from these wheels that i spins like the cams rewinding my reels ive twist holding up if i could get a grip that i can get to blame the beef these motha fuckas tend to come up and to me begging like the weak to eat on the cool the fools think that im a sucka too complex to know why im at the ends of my lines but ive got blood lines that tie like truckas ment to bring yall the ruckas nobody gotta take times to drop holds into the rolls that takes me into the broke to know the blows one takes when slugs get to be exploding the throats incase you plan on running and screaming out loud thatll muffle ythe sounds immitatting hoes getting in too close to creep in the streets thinking they deep cant bring me shit to be worth anything trust the bone that creep takes you by surprise to get note of anything.