every time you see comming for you its song in a chipmunk voice.

Yo

Bugsy don’t gotta fight no more,
I owe yall niggaz for that,
the next time we scrap,
I’ll dodge and react,
get off my back,
standing ovation get on my feet and clap,
Lifes a bitch with the clap ,
she always trying to fuck me in fact,
i gotta stay strapped,
the last time she laid on her back,
my man got burnt and she laughed about that,
im pretty much done with the talk,
the gun cause the sag when i walk,
these cops are artist see what they can do with the chalk,
imagine yourself face down like a tail coin flip,
all yall bloated i aint paying for your shit,
i can stretch a weave out with a extentsion clip,
smoke you out like an expensive nick,
ma i only go for neck stop giving me lip,
you said you about ride out so im giving you dick,
words cant describe when i get in your clit,
oh my fault this your bitch,
well this is my fifth,
every bullet in the clip is,
"comming for you"

im glad im like Bleek and got my mind right,
cuz the work shift was early and the hours was tight,
had me thinking about what i did with my life,
i got about 7 more to live and they all by tens,
so when the math gets drawn out you can pull out your pen,
but all educations stops at the end,
cuz its just a gun and the stem,
the lights going out but i survive when its dim,
fix the wattage let the light back in,
thats how i survive, thats how i get to come back in,
i got my own competition when i cover my sins,
im Brooklyn born and half Brooklyn raised,
pardon me but Willingboro seen a lot of my days,
but i kept going by giving Brooklyn praise,
cuz it maid me the man i am today,
by going back where i use stay,
with my cousins and fam,
they say damn Bugsy you’ve grown to man,
now apart of your struggle is taking you stand, its
"coming for you"