yo lifes strange as fuck i remember the days i was tryna scrape a lil change up out the couch but now things changed up and I done came up along ways from where I use to be mfs coming out the wood works tryna get close so they can start using me but thats a dead end that i cant let fly so they hate more put a target on my back and want me to die but i stand on all 10 toes. tell em come and try cuz I got this wratchet and ima let it fly as if it had wing tips im from the gutter everything u done saw I done seen bitch blood on my hands giving me bad dreams and shit but ik after every dark night there's a brighter day so i stay strong and just hold on for my 2 sons but dont get it twisted im still wild af aiming at ya head wit 2 pistols my flow hot as the sun yours just mild as fuck and I been wondering what do hell got im losing my mind feeling shell shocked but ima g i aint scared to cruise thru any block i got the 357 and my homie got the glock if its beef its on sight in any spot