kill ur self

verse 1 welcome to my city were we pack much wind, were niggas stack it on the boss, and keep it, on the finn, then again, it ain't no love nigga, on the block wit the pipes, it's time to die nigga, I'll leave u sleep at tha light, (nigga blow, on my nigga soul) I dont know,i gotta shotem, like a center fold, and u a bitch ,and ur style is like it's really stole, so ima weight it up,tip the scale,truth be told, u in the dark wit out a light, a thug wit out a pipe, I listen to ya demoes, that's shit all hype, and ur bitches ,told g codes, and left u last night, I'm gone off them narcos, she busting all night, u can catch me thru.that k-town,running all lights, I'm king wit out a crown, nigga boggy down, I'm gone offal half a pound,day old shit, I heard u down loaded, who the plug wit, nigga I'm scales,keep that 100 shot shit, keep a bitch going hard, like a hitta on a job, these nigga I'm god, come and weight ur odds, nigga close tha gate,ur shit tip fraud,