I lost couple niggas to the streets in this life you gatta keep yuh heat this fake and before they see you eat they rather knock you off yuhh feat but am steady clutching steady thugin never scary always ready run up on me turn brains into jelly gatta whact who yuhh trust but I always ready to bust put a nigga in the dust if he violate thas a must But I can lie I miss my brothers I know some niggas who holding borrethas steady stacking up my cheddar a want a Uzi you thinking am a joker but nigga am a juvie I get A bad bitch you could call her bad and boujie you thinking bout two but I is the only if you riding on the block gatta get burn from the sun My Clip longer than the knife what you flip and if a pussy boy play I gatta bust he lip