Watch me bomb on a muthafucka staring too hard/Leave him outlined in chalk on the muthafukin boulevard/Leavin his head blown, the chest holy/For all the damn niggas who don't fuckin know me/Don't ever again try to speak on my name/Or Imma let a hollow point blow out cha brains/Scattered on the floor like ghetto spaghetti/Changing the fuckin game, these niggas aint ready/How you gone dodge my fuckin AK when it spray/All day everday movin bitches out the way/Talkin too much gotcha fuckin head blown/Now ya momma on tha phone cryin cause ya ass is gone/I stay bringin lives and careers to a muthafuckin end/And I'll never hesitate to be doin it again.
Reason for writing:
Been a while cuzzo, had to throw somethin down for ya J.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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