I got no sympathy
Shootin at enemies
Don’t give a fuck about them or they families
Talk about choppas I’m lettin mine breathe
How many we talking I think about three
Nah I’m jus playing it’s prolly bout ten
Fuck round wit Don and get shot in the head
Caught the kid lackin and knocked off his dreads
Don’t talk to me if you fuck wit the feds
I’m on my grind and I’m getting my bread
Don’t let him talk I don’t know what he said

Just shoot at a n***a colt 4 0 hit the window
He gon blow, quiet tiptoe, no kilo, no stilo
Pack depot
Stop slippin slippa
For I pull the trigga and I shoot a n***a
Better catch your balance for I hit the hitta
If shit happens we gon lick the licka or nick the NIKKA make the sick sicka
That’s that typa shit to makе a trippa trip
So imma drown my shit
Diamonds shining ain’t gonna and take a sip
Girl on me Cuz I got the zip
Bangin so hard off thе rip
Gotta right hand man sell a dish
(lemme hit this spliff)
(Okay yeah)

Dont fuck wit the set imma vet we drove by boy
Shootout back to back we hit his hat don’t wanna die boy
Say he rep the same don’t know his name Das a lie boy
Imma shoot his shorty wit my 40 dis ain’t no child toy
Man this little bitch
He say wit the shit
Ion know
Pull up slow
Let’s see if he is
I can’t even diss cuz I don’t even know his name
Say he with the shit but he don’t even know what gang

Who the fuck is 05? Caught him and leave him with no eyes
Who the fuck I’d M——? He ain’t stylin leave him with no brain
Thought he was my friend he ain’t mean shit sell him like cocaine
Leave his body inna bitch and burn a bitch wit propane

I got no enemies
They are all dead too me
Left em in coffins six feet in the dirt
Fucking ya bitch and I’ll holding her hair
If I come wit my team you gon leave inna hurry
(oh shit we done?)
(I ain’t even say what I wanted to say)
(PARY TWO!)