Get your heat proof umbrellas out coz I’m spittin fire
My wickedness n craziness goes together like Gene Wilder n Richard Pryor
Wilder than fukin thugs celebrating prior to a bank heist
Thugs rockin suede Timbs, iced out with jewels biggin up Christ
Jesus, they left no survivors n no fukin money, blew up the safe
Killed the fukin hostages, and went back to the basement, they safe
From the feds, they need the fukin money, how else they guna b fed?
Niggaz ain’t heard of jobs, they bloods n crips sleepin in blue n red
Eatin nuttin but candy and crisps makin friends with they own led
I’ll call this calibre Caleb and this one Fred, tomorro you guna b in sum1’s head
Niggaz dnt trust anything that walks, they trust crime n crime they wed
Hubby fukin crime the wifey, they got kids, that’s right, turned out to be ‘twinz’
They called berettas, born with a desire to kill, surname vendetta
Fuck gettin-a education these old g’s will teach me the way
Teach me to slay, teach me to weigh, teach me never to betray
I portray them as my path leading the way for me to be the leader this way
Leader of the game, crack and rap, this is the fukin way I play
Come out to play wen niggaz least expect it like a power cut
Cut open your fukin heart and spill open your fukin guts
I’m a fukin terrier dnt mistake me for a mutt
You faggots aren’t sniffin coke, you sniffin buts
No fukin wonder I smell shit every time you fukin come up

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