yo 211s I'm chilling with the 7s, keep these bangers coming, spit fire from my mack 11s. right arm be better than the left, but don't sleep kuz thats the cousin of death. never rest i never have to, something like a samuria the way that flow fool. something like a morticain the way i put bodies to rest, step into the cipher yeah u know I'm the best. toe tagged from the rounds of these 223, choppers get pulled now they calling police. say they gangsta but on some hoe shit, fishing for information just like a snitch.shi fuck that wig gonna get'clapped, split to the white meat, shouldn't let me snap. shouldn't let me lose a lion amongst the sheep, now i invade they dreams and they secrets I'll keep so it's bottles up until it's time to go,, down this fith and watch it burns my soul. until i leave this fucking place called earth, watch the blood drip out the back of the hertz.