they asked me if i was thug enough crip walking and slang talking cockin glocks and coke snorting im on some real gangsta shit luckily irdk that life but still i can as a man with insecurities i walk with a knife, sitting in the back of my back pocket bazookas ready your head painted red and white, nigga you are my target the amo fired up bout to take of like a rocket, popping led, getting head like ski mask or a beanie, like a lollipop im gettin sucked on till i get creamy, its steamy here inside coz they know i bring the fire, its heated you defeated, swallow your pride and please be seated your vibe spelled wrong, i think you should be deleted your time's depleted, niggas know i dont play instead lemme be the coach to you slippery soap ass niggas behind these bars with no hope hard knock life in this shit ive been saying it like i was Hove this life drove me far into the desert without no brakes so i take no breaks and do no mistakes till i get that cakes