[Verse 1 - CutThroatCrew]

One day I was walking seen a n***a in the back uh
Gripping on pistol so I wouldn’t lose my track uh
He knew it was dismissal so I shot him when he lacked uh
His body hit the floor and and all his blood began to stack uhh
His shit was boiling
Who the fuck you toying with
Ima get crashing down the walls and start destroying shit
And then I start deploying shit
Empty out the rounds
My vessel show you what we going wit
Where you think you going bitch


I take his head like socrities and break em to pieces
Know that I’m coming for that mold and I might terminate the thesis
I get em crying to the wolves I get em begging up to Jesus
Ima do just what I want could give a fuck bout who it pleases
I said get up out my way
I leave you dead shot in a blood puddle
You ain’t got nothing to say
I cause an earthquake and amount rubble
Fix ya attitude
Know that I’m a rabid dude
I load up the artillery I point it let it have at you
Are you blind or something?
Think that I would lie or something?
Did I make you cry or something?
Should I let you fly or something?
Yes I’m done taking my chances
Ima just ready up my stances
My bullets fire make em do dances
I leave him bloody til he go rancid
I think I’m fucked up in the head
I’m getting flashbacks of the dead
I just been ducking all of my meds
I took a run and then I just fled
Yes I break walls I break loose
Sipping hard off the grey goose
Break faces and I break tooth’s
Took drugs got a great boost
But I’m still doing what you can’t do
Got a bullet saved for the break thru
Cause nobody knows what I been do
You a victim to this place too
Cause I said line em up
Line em up
Line em up
I’ll show you something
I better run it quick the police coming
They think it’s gang shit when I’m up to something
I said sprint boy don’t let em get you
I can’t tell you what they intend to
Better find something to defend you
Just don’t fold and don’t let em bend
I’m a grave child
Kill opps
And murder demons huh
Feeling burnt out
I grab the knife and get to screaming
Put that bullet to his cranium
His ear begin to ring
The sound could fill up the whole stadium
The bullet wound begins to sting


[Verse 2 - 83Hades]

I’m with gang shit, ima up the score

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