Listen Snitchin hard in his bars is what he calls conviction, and He know... Only thugs he put on the bus line... was when he was droppin dimes like Rico Said he from the bricks but who gives a fuck... Im Detroit Down n southwest is what im throwin up You pretend thugs will get your Bodies' cut up if hes a problem hes gettin swept under the rug Walked on like hes a floor mat.. his new erA gettin shot off, and THATS no cap.. Call ya gun billionaire black...cause it got No Bap.. threw the bait and you flew out the window.. cause as a matter of fact..you got no strap to blow.. catch a headshot like actors..its that FASHO.... fasho to finish ya, that get over here to burn you alive... and from me you get no advice, you already got a word from the wise.. you aint Litty you silly, im witty and illing like medical buildings... thought you killed me but wasnt the real me, i was jist reeling fish for the peeling.. feel me???...revealin a fake drug drug dealin hillbilly, in his feelings cuz my boy smoked you like Philly's and out it on the screen like Guillie.. and now you gotta hear me out.. J lon on his maid shit.. ill come through and clean house.. .. this bitch talkin shit but he aint been a threat.. and he dont want no smoke...call em niccorette... i keep it 100 like long ciggarettes.. n life lessons taught me to come TAKE respect. whats crazy is i havent even blanked yet.. just testin the water fo I cannon ball the shit.. like a light switch in the room with a bad bitch...you get offed quick n J Lon stay strong like you bitches and ya circle of gossip.. Im God Sent blessin em put em under pediment like nephelim i step with a pep in it, and if its to you its to your detriment.. I aint David but ima letterman..holdin it down.. Send them wolves to ya crib...they blowin it down..if they spot ya.. and I run with a pack cause im Airin Rogers...straight outta Detroit where it looks like Gaza... Third world America...keep a murderous posture..cause them vultures be on ya..30 deep on each street corner... how u want it? blade or the gun, molotav in ya house.. My gun Gushers let it bust in ya mouth.... set it off then set it a blaze.. then im duckin the fuck out.. its just another bando.. im more than u can handle.. and i go where u cant go... without them thinkin u with them people... i shoot thru ya peep hole.. see how deep ya cerebral goes.. u only thing u ethered was my hopes itd be dope... so send another and ill cut ya throat.. roger that????... flatout...