crews wishing a death on someone I drew my cups on Wednesday Nigga don't get the cap I am a god myself but not bigger than God I got my confidence I Need my long condense I am a nightmare but I pray at night and I feel my pain crushing over my mains I got the smoke yea gun on the hip yo I do my hip hop nigga I got Litch top yea still I fill my pain Nigga got raw so ayyii crews 69 on a nigga still wishing death upon a Nigga on you just because they did it just you because you saw it just because you trippin Nigga I got no smoke you gon get it on Wednesday flip my gun on Thursday Amma release the kid I told him you too young you small you die now it's the end who's gonn miss you anyway people are mean to you just kidding I'm just trippin don't feel no pain kid let me tell you the truth people despite Niggaz like you I don't care for the niggaz we gon spill them one day I gotta get those niggaz yea yea ayii this the end of the trip