aye i listen to raps for ages loading up the twelve gauges shipping them off to warehouses by the shore keep one on for when opps want some more they cant talk shit they wont fight me that's it is i allways had one desire thats lit that was to be a rapper not to talk shit that was just a bit of history pop one off my opps with a twelve gauge thats a mystery pit that in the book im trying to learn to cook i will never do hard drugs i aint after brain damage tryna be a rapper on that dont manage yall like my old-school tracks ill release more get ready to here a knock on your phones door come on lets listen to this fire beat and make the lyrics neat thata obe beat no one can beat try me dont my opps see its great to be me