this sounds fun to play with u in math or science//
cuz my own teacher taught me how to shoot a gun in my enemies in chemistry//
i see u got 3-0 ill give u that but when i spray u better watch out cuz ur in my fuckin way like give out singles like kan yea
fuck wit me? ur agreeing to death? when i shoot bullets to ur chest// all u could say is notin so i kill niggas then revive em//
u know wit ur boy got to stick wit a tall t//emagin if my chain was frosty//put ur sould in ur ground so heaven is ur dirt//
young is worst cuz i put in i.c.u. n u stat to yell cuz it hurts//
i cant wait to pull back my gat//got vigara bullets to leave u stiff//of course im reall cuz im fanna be crowned//
cuz u ant a real man u havent blead for urs//