good riddens

u can't be saying fuck da shit if u don't mean it n what u got a pistol for if u don't shoot it illuminate tated on face u don't know the real reason let gorrilaz out the bushes its kill season I shot a nigga n I steal preyed to Jesus preyin for sum money is the shit my religion drug dealers selling dope bloods clappin pigeon he lucky that I lost my car he would've got shot in traffic thank god that I had it they tried to kill me when u get rich they shake ya hand even if they don't feel ya I ain't stupid fuc da government bitch I'm off griddin good ridden trying make a million views don't let ya kids listen they hear my songs they might end up in prison or not I need a vest I might get shot fuck dees niggaz my clouds of smoke is clouds of heaven niggaz get shot now they friends with the revrean