Scribin..
We in this bitch, you already know
Uh Uh, Top, Bow, Huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me what do you see
A nigga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street
Them people on me, talkin’ bout Feds and the city
I stand on business, say they out to get me
They don’t like that I get millions
I’m talkin’ bout cut throat to the meat show
Every nigga that you see run wit’ me
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city
Bitch I’m drawin’ down don’t play me, for I put sum in ya fitted
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I get around on you bitches
Listen to rilla, gotti in prison, come in my cеll an kiss me
[?] I like violencе and semi’s I’m dangerous
Green rag and diddy I’m bangin’
Car wit’ no slangers but swangin’
Pop out get top what you thinkin’
Bitch you know it’s murder gang
Stomp all night we [?]
Pray all night then make that [?]
Not ’round cause they ain’t elevate
They the same and I’m the one who changed