coming up i was told to wish on a star
reach for the stars now um grown fuck that
only thing i learn was those were superstion
whut i know snitchs get stitchs an bodies
found up lakes creeks an rivers
my hearts cold like the middle of december
snakes slithering haters plottin an whispering
but i pull the whool over eyes its curtains
so i get back on my grind hard like i neva was gone
an i could kill a man so bad it seem like he neva
was born i can't weather the storm but i can see thru
the rain an pain an i'll kill if his blood he holds in his veins
shanks open ya frame with hold ya remains
i'll let shells sit in ya brain clap!! see u in hell
wit gasoline boots i pump lead in these fruit
peal bananas bloody bandanas my facial work is
sick wit hammers llamas open ya face
like snoop muh fuckas murder was the case