double wrists motion. then vanish from the scene like presto. 50 shots in the drum 25 riddled ya door. then I'ma let the rest go. turn the corner tell a couple of niggas i fuck wit u best go wit beef on the brain fuck a bitch ya money ya chain. talk shit i want ya head. you dead. ya widow look fat in all black. i Know niggas all over who keepa gun like crack. niggas tryed to smoke me now where they at eating dinner wit groundhogs i had more bitches than a nigga good wita round ball. these niggas will never be my downfall. the king of me hood im proud to be called. quiet huscle never loud wit the raw i got invisible killers on my team its up close and personal its pow!!! then fall. rolled in rugs like weed ina Dutch. all these fake trappers don't know about 400 days straight selling 20 rocks until u tired of ya name called to much it ain't all glitter and gold dirty addicts trying to sell there souls wit there butts. to devil eyed feins plotting on a crumb smoking cigs to the butts. real life will never be enough.