14 Lines, no more, no less...

I kinda debated on coming atcha cuz,
Im a Desert E you a 22 so your not my caliber//

Im a real nigga, stay on some street shyt,
Nigga you aint a thug cause ya front two teeth chipped//

I gotta a choopper aiming to leave ya streets soaked,
Everytime I bust it niggas always catch heat stroke//

If you see me on corner, im pumping that letal,
If you on a corner you must be giving some deerthroat//

Youre a young thug, just a amateur,
I hope you can duck slugs when I blast at cha//

I leave you posing on da ground when im passing ya,
Cause when you saw the glock blast, you thought is was a cam-er-a//