Opinions comin from my 9
Tell me to commit a crime
Kill for sport
We in our prime
Funerals how we pass our time
Proof that we have lost our mind
We sum fiends
We Need our grime
Peace is something we won't find
Pull our card
Youll get declined
Petty how we were designed
Solve our problems smokin pine
Or maybe creepin from behind
Next n***a to start sum ends up dyin
Torch scorch n***as fryin
Flames are something you can't climb
Doomshop contract
Blood its signed
Fuck da world
When we rhyme