It's my time to blow. Niggas Betta get back. I write line for line to show you that I did that. Smoke weed to relax myself, so I can lean back. No problems. These cowards are the reason that I need that. Off knowledge, devour you niggas. I really mean that. You'll be waking up sweating or dying where you dream at. I ain fantasizing my life. Lived this and seen that. Where they find the body? Over there where she screaming at. The city's getting deadly, now. Cowards letting the pistols crack. And yeah, I'm known around town. But I ain really into that. I threw a couple rounds in my day. Nobody threw'em back. I don't Fuck around. I don't play, and that's a proven fact. So what you got a pistol. You ain't gone shoot who you aim it at. Niggas took your trap and you won't ever get the corners back. Snitches on the block. Police be coming when they call'em. That shit can get you nilt. creating all sorts of problems. It's time for innovation, let's get it and duck the charges. Put the smack down. Crack rounds. Niggas, we caught'cha. Hollow, nigga claiming your solid. Brotha, you're fraudulent. Packrat life. Box city. Nigga, you're garbagging. And I don't give a fuck about the hatred that you're harboring. Looking for a lick. You better find your friends are target them. Make yourself my problem, I'll solve it by bringing you your end. You treat reality like a game. But, me, I pretend.