uh oh uh yeah...

Next time I get on yall better see the skills
and spit on the real and for that you get killed
I'm the don that sprays shots at ya village and kin
Bein cautious wit age cuz it rots on ya innards within
Yo... / You seen the coast got the motorollas on my soldier
I'll be dead body yesterday today and later until I'm colder
Uhh... / I've gotten hotter so you should better seek refuge
You better pop them shots at me before I'm left un-ensued
A Roof is what you need because I'm above the law of speed
Rush quick wit these guns till I'm a slum under the laws decree
Tail gate'n me wit these slugs racin to ya wake in ya space
Wait later till I run through and grace these slugs up in ya face
I wrote lines that kill and forgot criminal road fines
Yeah / I got on the mill and begot maximum gold rhymes
Killers get away at the inch of they life from the shots
Till I pinch a way to get my AR's tight like the hand glocks