Bitch I look like Axl Rose in '87
Ion got a gun the butterfly my weapon
Takin over bitch it's natural selection
Mothafucka the militia what I'm reppin'
Hoe I'm headed to the hell gates
I remember ridin' 'round in LA
Do it on my own nobody help me
Almost turned my brotha to my cellmate
Mothafucka if you wanna die
Got some killas wit me and they itchy
Wouldn't bother fuckin' wit me you could try
Hoe I'm rollin' sticky in a spliff
I'm wit a pretty lookin bitch
Them cargo dickies in my fit I cuf em high
And my fuckin eyes low
Ain't no way of telling where I might go
Shorty ya you fuckin wit a psycho
Dip before you end up in my silo
Next to the remains of my opps bitch
My thoughts get nothing but toxic
The clock ticks 'til it's time to get catastrophic
I walked in with the fuckin blade in my pocket
Unlocking levels of myself you don't want bitch
So hold up
People want me dead but I give no fucks
Pussy run your mouth but never pull up
Independent nobody control us
Or own us
Ain't too long before you 6 feet under
Hard to run your lips when ya bitch want the lumber
Bummer
I don't even save the bitch number
You fund her
While she giving neck in the hummer
Another pussy ass punk motherfucker
I wonder who want the smoke wit my gunners
Hunters, drum clips sounding like thunder
They sunder way beyond the point of recover