my dead thoughts be thought of alone in my grave ill stay dormant till the morning comes wake to the sweet sound of the white doves speaking their lost love stay awake soldier cos you lost no sleep he just lost his leap sick savage luetanents stop shooting stray bullets at my players they havnt even hit the majors yea my boy leaking blood nsweat copped a 22 too the back of his neck but it aint dubbed as a fatal shootn yet khunts why you trying to flex on my own shoulda tacken me to depths of hell and unlike him id do that travel alone with a smile on my dial and a hand full of dome now the gun smoke is cleared and iv already gotn trigger finger on me trigger happy finger ready to give back what you cunts took from me in seconds ill produce this glock 20 in half a second sit down ill flex and make a mess of ya iv loyally stayed tru for years another has left the nest again im back to my viscous state ill cry uncontrollably after iv conqoured my wickery falling away from incocent street play to rolling with savage wolfes picking of faded fools playing with a ball of wool chey im no hard cunt but definitely not a sheep i got fire in my eyes and wont be doused till some khunt is hospitalized wont ease up till iv atleast bust a cupple of shots at ya window no rehabilitation gunu bring em back no hesatation when i rip my gat retaliation aint gunu win this match or bring em back but a scar on ya body or the score.setteled.with a shotty gunu lift my pain bruv flex hard or become prey