Picture prophecies preached of poverty, assault and robbery//
Properly punking pussies tryin' ta bring it to me//
Actin' hard 'cus they box, well I got things to swing too G//
Slugs rippin' through that there vest, straight to your bare chest//
I could care less yet you still dare ta test//
No more dreams, nightmares at best//
Knife glares by the street light, you wanted beef right?//
When I connect with a right or a left, it's night-night//
Sleep tight, ya peeps might roll deep right//
Well I got a crew too, they do to you shit you can't comprehend//
Lyrically, physically, literally you're no competition don't pretend//
Stompin' through the door shootin' the four, having ya blood polluting the floor//
Blood stains, a thugs' rain, making sure your casket gets closure//
Give the inside of ya basket exposure//
Y'all haters ask if it's over, shotty detachin' ya shoulder//
Agressive like a rotty but my heart's much colder//
Shit, 19 now, but man I feel much older, liquor sippin' dutch roller//
No more cane to the nose, I try to explain to these hoes//
That E knows the games dames play//
After some sweet talkin' they all react the same way, this is the fifth time I got "brains" today//
Straight "genius", y'all out there selling rocks, ain't hustling... the fiend is//
Between this sunrise and sunset, night and day merge//
You get the urge to splurge shots into these herbs//
Follow the words as the lesson gets taught//
Street wars, rugers & Wessons are bought//
And there's more sparkin' in the street than a lighter in the wind//
Look at my eyes, see the fighter within, tighter grippin' cuz I might be slipping//
But right now i'm fuckin rippin, and that's no bullshitting//
Niggas think i'm kiddin'//
Bring your ass out and get ridden'//