ima lyrical killa//
murder-ma-cilla//
when i spit wit a weapon//
a niggaz a hero//
sorta mixed wit a villian//
i got love many niggaz//
but i rep my shit//
if u gon rep it//
u should die wit it//
im lyrically gifted//
not cocky//
but like a shocky sorta mixed wit da giants//
only 17//
but my clique da head of alliance//
i aint lookin for love//
from any nicca who gon give it//
i gain respect//
earn respect//
cause im strictly addicted//
im like a drug phene sittin on a death row sentence//
im willin to die cause i did it//
and im already in it//
not willin to spit it if seen it//
if i spit i dun it//
so dont expecting the extrordinary//
cause my prize is confronted//

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