For that doe, they gon roll over you, God protect my soul, for that doe they gon shoot, I dont know if I'm gon die or make it through, All I know is I ain't bouta fake it through. From a youngin I done seen a thing or 2, Ran into the dungeon, on my own or wit my crew, Came too far to not be careful every move, I came too far to let em to take me out my groove. Been on my shit n these pussies been wet, I don't know why they spit on they period, Im throwing a case in the air if it lands in your spot will you catch it I'm curious. Just call me the diesel, cause when in street i be fast n they know that I'm furious, I feel like I tell em too much, but it's cause paranoia denies I'm mysterious.