I'm bein' pushed to front lines, every time I spit rhymes, and my crew sounds like Lee Ann Rimes
I've been told time after times, not to bust my nines, and I didn't, But I coulda Shot J-Will and end it
Lookin' back, listenin' to the track, Where I poured out, where I tore out the soul of my crew
Yes its true, and screw you foo', I just wanna re-live this shit, Take care of it, Like I could of then
Again and again, it replays man, the day Ronnie got shot and, Dropped to the pavement
They day went and it came, It's not what the grave ment, I could go insane, Knowin' I was back stabbed
On the Anniversery it hurts in me, to know the one I trusted was rusted, when Ronnie was rush-ed
J-Will was a dirty motha fucka, Bullet chucka, holes in every fucka, Ronnie died that aftanoon, still no justice, fuck this
I wanna take it into my own hands, change the Time's sands, I wish I had to chance, To End J-Will's mental dance

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