Rough Draft

I ain't wake up in a new Bugatti... I woke up in an old jalopy across that county line local cops trying to pop me... hot is how my block be, task force trying to stop me....I ain't worried about no diamonds I'm worried about the rent, before I make that money and fucking money spent, if it's is for my family it's worth every cent the next rapper I hear bragging about his lambo I'm going to show up at his studio with more ammo than Rambo.... I got a a AR i named it HAM... hard as a mother fucker leaving them leaking bleeding running hiding and ducking under cover.... make the detectives call your mother fast as lightning sound like thunder....you know the one that's got the drum of ber rum pum pum You know how the white boys do.. I smile in your face I'll be right back dude..... I got something in my trunk for you... it's bullet with a name on it