from the bay im gamed up if you last long enough you realize it mostly all the same stuff friends is fake familys faker they all changed up its all good but i dont exchanged fux its no free love so you know when they came they came wit bucks gave her the make it rain delux 1,2,3.... all in a row like sitting ducks fux wit me you gettin brain fuked 48 laws and black magic make the wrong move get flat lined no static if you want it get at it 250 a week for me and my psycho therapist to speak about my violent habbits and why everything escalates to shootin and stabbin how im addicted to a life of madness he says my childhood was tragic i tell him they raised a savage member when i caught that hot one they thought they had me but you know police now days they handel cases out hood so badly nikkas want me dead they say they want my head goofy fagots had the chance to shoot but they tryed to grab me for a half a block i fought and these nikkas draged me the whole time i couldnt help but laughing im all about that action you funkin wit me or my faction i kick that shit off spark it up i get it crackin im good at a few things neck breakin mackin and rappin so wut u tryin to do lets make it happen im rollin in my shit playin my shit caught him on the slip he knew he was fuked soon as he heard me rappin heard his behavior gave it away he start run so i knew he was lackin leand back started relaxin gently wit my foot i press the gas in next thing u know standing ovation the strap was clappin Nah im jus playin none of this never happend like most of yall im jus on this app rappin