yea I remember when I was in the streets niggas ran up on me asking for a new beef now look at me, tangled up like the coral reef now I'm stuck, can't fuck when a nigga on me I can't go, when a nigga tryna stop can't flow when a nigga tryna op can't show when a nigga tryna shop my main nigga, he got shot fucking dropped like a flying fucking rock like the flying fucking hawk. now niggas still run up on me run up on my glock imma show up on your fucking block with the choppa niggas fucking run away never gonna see the day again, yea I'm just tryna tell you the truth if a nigga run up on me, he gonna be gone like the phone booth man that nigga was fat as winnie the pooh. and when I was in his shooters house he said stop, fool he says that cuz he thinks it ain't cool. but when it's time to put food in your cabinets, you do what you do. and if a nigga ends up dead, that's the streets. and if that gets to you, remember you can make a new beat. and if a nigga talks shit, grab the glock, put that bitch in his face and make it spit like a bitch that's ready to commit